What's not to love about South African fast bowler Gerald Coetzee; currently playing for the Gujarat Titans in the Indian Premier League?
Uncomplicated in operation; but no doubt affected by the living-torment that it is to be a fast bowler - always injured, often out of action, always having to push past the pain barrier; each wicket a product of sweat and tears.
He runs in hard, bowls very fast - and if he gets a wicket... He roars with every fibre of his being. A "celebration" that expresses, in microcosm, the very nature and essence of what it is to be a fast bowler.
His eyes literally bulge from their sockets, the veins on his head very nearly burst, his fists pump convulsively...
His Mother must worry every time she watches him play. Naturally she would want him to do well, but when he does...
Goodness only knows what happens to his blood pressure! If he ever gets five quick wickets; he would surely need to be stretchered-off with apoplexy.
Alternatively; I half expect him to turn green, grow to gigantic size, burst out of his clothes (leaving only a pair of ragged shorts), to rampage and to smash.
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What I like so much about Coetzee's "celebration" is that it is not an act, nor is it designed to intimidate - it's an irresistible spontaneous explosion of the pent-up frustration and anger at the trials and tribulations of bowling fast.
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