I am a fan of Ross Taylor. He was an adopted son of Bangalore during the heady early days of IPL, where there was still some innocence left in the spectacle.
Before betting, before Sreesanth and company, and before two-feet no-balls on the second-last ball of the over.
Taylor. He had lost his way somewhat, for a while. Mouthed off too often, about too many things in the setup. .. Well, this is no transformation, yet. But a reminder that he can still do things which few others can. Read this piece. Click here.