The left-hander's cover drive
Aka the cricket stroke that can move medical professionals to poetry

Kumar Sangakkara's cover drive: words can describe it • AFP
no matter how good you are,
whomsoever you may be,
a right hander can't cover drive
the way a left hander can.
You might drive with elan,
strike a classical pose,
high left elbow in a checked follow through,
or go down on one knee with a flourish of the bat,
but you'll never match
the beauty of a lefthanded drive.
Sachin is efficient, Viv imperious,
Aravinda and Vengsarkar classically correct,
and yet
a lefthander's drive makes them look commonplace.
Gower was fluid, liquid limbs trickling into the stroke.
Sobers was elegant, Pollock sublime.
At the SCG, Waugh placed three men for one shot.
Lara's drives made leaden-footed statues of them all,
as tracer bullets bound for the boundary flew past.
Don't get me wrong, left handers can do it ugly.
Border punched his drives with a short arm jab,
and Clive clubbed them with a three lb bat,
but they only did that to make right-handers
feel better about themselves.
Of today's practitioners of the art,
one man stands in a class apart.
Sangakkara flows into the drive.
From a perfect head-still stance, he unfurls,
right foot moves forward, right elbow high,
bat comes down in a textbook arc.
Batsman and bat fuse into one,
for one purpose. For one instant,
as willow meets leather,
there is perfection.
There's purity in the stroke,
snow-on-a-mountain-top purity,
turquoise-meltwater-stream purity.
So, to see real beauty,
seared in the brain, never to be forgotten, heart-stopping beauty,
go and watch a lefthander drive.
Michael Jeh is an Oxford Blue who played first-class cricket, and a Playing Member of the MCC. He lives in Brisbane