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Looking back on that game, I never for once thought that 'right, I should not play here', when one bad ball could have easily ended my cricket (or vision) forever. (story in caption) *A loser? Me?* I recently found myself opening the batting in one of the most terrible pitches I've ever played. Yes, it was a tennis ball game and yes, people consider it much more safe than the season ball. We were batting first and I was not sure what to expect from this eerie looking pitch. The opening bowler from their side was one of my closer mates, also, a spearhead with the ball. There he came running in bowling a quick one first up that landed around the good length area taking a rise so strange I completely lost the sight of the ball. I am not even exaggerating when I say I didn't see the ball at all. All I felt was a light brush as the ball kissed the top of my cap and went way over the keeper. I was numb. I am not lying. I really was numb. I don't think I would have admitted it then and there but I was shaken from within. It happened because a couple of negative thoughts began to bother me. A voice inside me was like: "What if you were hit straight on the eye?" "What if it crashed on your nose?"
Looking back on that game, I never for once thought that 'right, I should not play here', when one bad ball could have easily ended my cricket (or vision) forever. (story in caption) *A loser? Me?* I recently found myself opening the batting in one of the most terrible pitches I've ever played. Yes, it was a tennis ball game and yes, people consider it much more safe than the season ball. We were batting first and I was not sure what to expect from this eerie looking pitch. The opening bowler from their side was one of my closer mates, also, a spearhead with the ball. There he came running in bowling a quick one first up that landed around the good length area taking a rise so strange I completely lost the sight of the ball. I am not even exaggerating when I say I didn't see the ball at all. All I felt was a light brush as the ball kissed the top of my cap and went way over the keeper. I was numb. I am not lying. I really was numb. I don't think I would have admitted it then and there but I was shaken from within. It happened because a couple of negative thoughts began to bother me. A voice inside me was like: "What if you were hit straight on the eye?" "What if it crashed on your nose?"
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