Umar Gul was walking back to his run-up mark when it suddenly
struck him that they are not playing in the subcontinent
anymore. He decides to go round the wicket and asks for a short
leg. The batsman, Ross Taylor, stiffens and opens his stance a
wee bit. Gul sprints in as he always does. Was it going to be a
bluff delivery? Nope, no need to bluff anyone here. He banged
the ball in and the ball was aiming straight for Taylor's jaw
before his gloves come in the way as he fends it off awkwardly,
the ball bouncing a couple of feet from the short leg's
outstretched hands. A wry smile and Gul tries it again. Taylor
goes for the pull but the rising delivery takes his top edge and
goes for four to the fine leg boundary.  I think I know what
Taylor must be thinking after that. "What's that smell? Oh wait,
I know that. That's the smell of leather. Wow, it's been a long
time since that round, red thing has whizzed past my nose."  I
think I know what Gul must be thinking. "What's that smell? Oh
wait, I know that. That's