My world was shrink­ing – I could only see half of it. AB de Vil­liers was field­ing at cover and he came rush­ing over to help. When he looked at me his face changed dra­mat­i­cally and he turned away with an in­stinc­tive ‘oooh’.

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and he came rush­ing over to help. When he looked at me his face changed dra­mat­i­cally and he turned away with an in­stinc­tive “oooh”. It was my first con­fir­ma­tion that some­thing was badly wrong. Many weeks later, AB told me he thought he had seen a black pupil run­ning down the cor­ner of my cheek. I didn’t know about that at the time. For­tu­nately.

Bran­don ran onto the field and, putting my arm around his shoul­der, started help­ing me off. I was walk­ing fine al­though I was be­gin­ning to shut down men­tally. The shock was set­ting in. Sud­denly it was like my legs had been cut off and I’d been shot by a sniper at the same time. I could feel noth­ing be­low my waist, let alone in my feet. I dropped to the ground like a brick. I was car-

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