Let me take you back about 10 years. I was living in Grand Cayman, with my Pomeroon background, out in the country on a big piece of land, and I would often take a break from my fruit trees to watch West Indies cricket. At some point back then, I had written a summary of a West Indies match, emailed it to my friend Colin in Jamaica and forgot about it. Two weeks ago he sent me an email with a note: “Remember this?” It was the cricket story. Here’s what I had sent Colin:
“All right, breds. You see what I tell you about the West Indies and lack of concentration? Look what happened today. We chasing 275 runs. Murray gone to a great ball, that happens, but then Wallace gone to a snick – complete lack of focus – so we have 1 run for 2 wickets, but now Chanderpaul and Arthurton batting. Shiv, consistent as ever, gets up to 40-something and then the mind relaxes; he reaches forward defensively but forgets to incline the bat. Fundamental: rising ball, coming off wicket, hitting vertical bat, must
