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.....we look at each other's eyes. We don't even n

.....we look at each other's eyes. We don't even nod. There is something within us that makes us understand each other. (caption) *Special* There is a short cover. There is a regular point. There is a short midwicket. The rest are on the boundary. Not a typical set up but there are no field restrictions. I am standing at the non striker's end. My mate is about to face the first ball. The bowler begins to run in. As he approaches the crease he takes a slight jump. Not too high. With a slightly slinging action he bowls his best ball. The ball pitches around the good length area. Not much can be done. My mate plays it late. A defensive stroke with light hands. The ball is played so delicately that it hardly crosses the pitch. It would have been a dot ball if someone else was batting at the other end. It would have been a dot ball if someone else was batting at my end. A split second after he plays the shot, we judge the direction of the ball. In the same instant we look at each other's eyes. We don't even nod. There is something within us that makes us understand each other. In this particular ball our eye contact suggests there is a run. The cover runs in to avoid the single but before he touches the ball we have switched ends.
.....we look at each other's eyes. We don't even nod. There is something within us that makes us understand each other. (caption) *Special* There is a short cover. There is a regular point. There is a short midwicket. The rest are on the boundary. Not a typical set up but there are no field restrictions. I am standing at the non striker's end. My mate is about to face the first ball. The bowler begins to run in. As he approaches the crease he takes a slight jump. Not too high. With a slightly slinging action he bowls his best ball. The ball pitches around the good length area. Not much can be done. My mate plays it late. A defensive stroke with light hands. The ball is played so delicately that it hardly crosses the pitch. It would have been a dot ball if someone else was batting at the other end. It would have been a dot ball if someone else was batting at my end. A split second after he plays the shot, we judge the direction of the ball. In the same instant we look at each other's eyes. We don't even nod. There is something within us that makes us understand each other. In this particular ball our eye contact suggests there is a run. The cover runs in to avoid the single but before he touches the ball we have switched ends.
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