Chanders: Not easy on the eye, or the bowling

In the Sydney Morning Herald Peter Roebuck traces the rise of Shivnarine Chanderpaul, who has been the cornerstone of West Indies' middle-order over the past few years.

He bats like a puppet, every part of his body in motion: arms, wrists, legs, nothing static. He can look out of his depth, a man of rubber in a time of steel, a skinny fellow in an age of muscle.

Bowlers think they will get him out in a minute, and then the minutes turn into hours and sometimes days and still the modest man from the fishing village continues to pull in his haul. In the end, everyone looks at the scoreboard and realises he has done it again.