There is a moment in When we were kings where Drew Bundini Brown looks at the camera and says "How you gonna beat god son?".
Almost everytime Sehwag is in full swing this line goes through my head.
It is probably what inspired Sehwagology, not the religion itself, but the writing up of it.
I am just the messenger.
You don't get Sehwag out, he leaves when he is finished.
There is just an infallibility to him.
You know he is going to leave, but what will he take with him.
Today he took the game.
England weren't great, but their target should have taken some getting.
It took Sehwag.
He was electric against the quicks, and when Swann came on he wanted the boy to remember it for a while.
It's brutal grace.
In some ways he looks like a suburban golfer on ether, but in others he almost looks like a boxer in full control.
He reacts to the bowling so well, it's almost as if he knows what is coming, and his only decision is where to dismiss it.
The thing that separates him from sloggers is reaction, he doesn't come at you in a premeditated way, he waits for you to come to him, and then deals with what you have.
He has a sloggers nerve, a batsman's eye, and he trusts them.
I don't know how he does what he does, but I hope one day he gets the full credit he deserves.
How you gonna snub God son?
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