Like I mentioned in my earlier post, if I wore a hat I would doff it it to him. Thanks to Neo-Nazi TV, I was unable to watch the Dadagiri whilst it happened. I was told he ducked and danced and weaved and smote and pumped his fists and yelled and that if his chest had been twice the size it is, we could confuse him for Rocky Balboa!

That said - everyone shone, none as much as Shivanarine C - now that would be an innings to watch, eh?

Lets see how the rest of this series pans out!