I have been sleeping well for the past few weeks after hearing of Mark Raymond Gillespie's inclusion in the test squad to tour England in May.
I've been a cheerleader for the Rongorongo Express ever since I saw him bowling live against Australia at Eden Park a few years back.
That day he displayed all the hallmarks of a great young bowler in the making. Bowling with Shane Bond, he surprised the Australian batsmen with his pace and bounce. He kept it simple. He used his ample buttock (a vital asset for any fast bowler) to run in hard and bowl into the wicket.
He didn't bother trying to swing the ball. His strength was his great motor - and with his rugged good looks and steadfast demeanour he was set to become cricket's answer to SBW.
I saw the future that warm summer's day. As a fully paid up member of the New Zealand Cricket Tragics' Society, my childhood dream of a two-pronged pace attack was finally about to be realised. In my fantasy, Bond would take the new ball, softening up the openers with his disconcerting in-swing at lightning pace, and then his unassuming partner in crime, Gillespie, would bustle in from the other end, providing deliveries that look like they should swing but don't - conning the batsmen into playing the wrong line and nicking them out.