You knew when he was coming. The outgoing batsman would already have disappeared into the pavilion, and the expectation of what was to follow filled the air. He kept you waiting ... time to ponder. Then he appeared, sauntering,swaggering, arms wind milling slowly. He would take guard, and then, head tilted back slightly and cudding his gum, he would walk a few paces down the pitch to tap it while looking the bowler in the eye. He made his debut in Bangalore. Which great cricketer is this?