

Alone in her zen garden, Mignon du Preez could bat forever. Before the ball left the bowler's hand, she knew where it would pitch, which stroke she would play, and how many runs she would score. She cut with the precision of a surgeon and the power of a superhero. She didn't find gaps between fielders; she made them.
Lara Goodall batted on the burning deck of a sinking ship. She was going to get out to every delivery she faced. She refused to hit the ball on the ground. She was allergic to convention: everything was a reverse something, an inside out whatever, or still another flavour of outrageousness best hidden from the eyes of impressionable young players.
Not all of the above is true. For instance, Goodall was not dismissed in Lucknow