In a matter of four months, I had made a half-century in my Test debut, fractured my hand, injured my knee, and had yet kept my wits about me. I was now looking forward to playing the quickest bowlers in the world, in the unfamiliar role of an opener, in their own backyard. My father was delighted with the character I had shown in adversity. It pleased him that his son was not relying on short-cuts in his pursuit of success.
