A champion for South Africa's lost generations
Although he was scarcely seen after the warm-ups, this was Makhaya Ntini’s day
Inevitably, the colour of Ntini’s skin has been a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he has been afforded the kind of international opportunities and patience that might — only might — not have come his way had he not been black; a curse because that knowledge has sometimes camouflaged his achievements as a cricketer, rather than as a black cricketer. It is time he was given his due.
Half an hour later a tight jawed McMillan suggested to coach Bob Woolmer that it might be a good idea for the new kid to have a bat at the end of the session. And that he was also happy to break with convention and have a second bowling session instead of putting his enormous feet into an ice-bucket and resting his bear-sized muscles. What followed may rank as amongst the shortest – but quickest – spells McMillan ever bowled in a Proteas shirt. “I thought he was trying to kill me,” remembers Ntini. “Actually, he was. I’m sure he was.”
George Binoy is an assistant editor at ESPNcricinfo