As the bowler moves in from the top of his mark, I focus on the 156g red projectile in his right hand. Fingers evenly spaced on either side of the seam as he prepares to send down another thunderbolt.
Keeping my mind clear is the Ronan Keating song I have jammed in my head.
"The smile on your face let's me know that you need me,"
It is all so calm and peaceful as the bowler drops it short
"There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me"
I instinctively transfer my weight onto the back foot and cut the ball
