Name: Nick Cunningham
Profile: RHB, left-arm tasty
Tweet dis: Jazz-trumpeting, bass-rocking Cape Town seamer: everything about Cunners is swing, dude. Laid-back, he dodges pressure with a talented grin.
Pen portrait: So relaxed he somehow glide-levitates to the crease, then follows a whirligig of arms about a bobbing bowl of flaxen hair, that’s Cunners. Exit stage left from
this maelstrom the cherry; scything through the air with all the swing of a Densmore drum line, it hits the seam – not with the malice of intent but the insouciant tyranny of beauty – and rears up
from a length to thrill everybody but he who took his guard with justifiable trepidation (witness Warne of Kings, Kempton in 2011). If only Nick would get angry, we would have our own awesome Akram,
vicious Voce, surly Schultz. But that’s not the style of a Renaissance Man for whom cricket, like his bass guitar, his ancient history, his thigh support and his karaoke, is just one of many pursuits
that blend languidly into an easygoing life. OC