We kept all of it — the dropped catches, the dot balls, the knee that wouldn’t bend, the months when nothing moved. The runs are here too; they were just never the whole story.
Boundary after boundary along the ground. Almost none over the rope. That isn’t a flaw waiting to be fixed — it’s who he is at the crease: timing over power, placement over force. The zero is the signature. For now, it’s also the gap.