Bat and bat and bat. That was Shivnarine Chanderpaul’s advice to Jerome Taylor last week when the latter got a hundred. Shiv followed his own advice against New Zealand yesterday.
He made 126. He was not out, obviously, because that’s the way Shiv rolls.
Not that Shiv could ever roll. Nothing that angular and unwieldy could ever roll. It’d be like trying to roll a shuriken over a field of jelly. Not any ordinary shuriken either – a shuriken that’d keep trying to wander off to get a batting helmet and pads.
The man’s a machine. An ugly, ugly, physics-defying run machine.