Jesse Ryder and his swag-wali topi

Jesse Ryder is no ordinary cricketer. From smashing commentators cars (thus picking up commentators curse) to lofting bowlers with ridiculous ease over the wide mid-wicket fence, Ryder has done it all. Trust Ryder to get involved in a punch-up, get admitted to a hospital, verbally abuse the medical staff, and earn a ban. Trust Ryder to slam a Test double-hundred when the chips are down. Trust Ryder to defy gravity and physiology and pull off stunners at backward-point despite his generous bulk. Trust Ryder to confound batsmen with innocuous-looking medium-paced balls that curl ominously late. Trust Ryder to get a Barmy Army song dedicated to him. Also Read: Alcoholic XI: Dream team of cricketers who landed in trouble due to alcohol

No, there has not been another Jesse Ryder. There will never be one.

Consider the HRV Cup match between Wellington and Northern Districts (ND) at Basin Reserve on January 13, 2013, for example. Ryder smashed his way to a 65-ball unbeaten 85, batting through the 20 overs, adding an unbroken 142 with captain Michael Papps. This included a six off Steven Croft that crossed the stadium and the road, and almost decapitated a man taking on his mobile phone. Wellington put up 181 for 1. Also Read: Jesse Ryder: 20 facts about the maverick New Zealander

Anton Devcich led the ND fightback, but it seemed over at 76 for 3 after 11.1 overs. At that stage ND needed 106 from 53 balls, but James Foster (yes, the former England wicketkeeper) and captain James Marshall led a counterattack. The stage was set for a final onslaught as ND needed 16 from 7 balls.

Ryder had been taken for runs. He looked grumpy (but then, when has he ever grinned?). He pitched it up, and Marshall, going for the almighty heave, could not get under the ball. All he managed was to hit it back to Ryder.

Meanwhile, Ryder had ambled along with his follow-through. He walked a couple of feet to his left (because running is too mainstream). At the same time, Foster had charged down the pitch, as was expected of him.

Without looking at the stumps behind him, Ryder did a backhand flick and hit the stumps directly as Foster dived for the crease. The ball ricocheted back at Ryder, not bothering to appeal. He simply picked up the ball, walked up to umpire Phil Jones and handed it to him.

By that time Jones had signalled for the television umpire (for someone must have had the sense to appeal).

Such stunts always make you the darling of the crowd. As Basin Reserve erupted in applause, Ryder nonchalantly took his yellow cap from Jones with a swag matched by none. He did not seem remotely concerned about what he had pulled off.

It was an everyday thing for Jesse. He seemed more concerned about his cap, which seemed more important than the fact that he had run out a set batsman in a crunch situation without looking at the stumps.

Of course Foster was out. Whether this prompted Foster to push for an Essex contract for Ryder is not documented.

Just shows the brilliance of Jesse Ryder, was all the dumbstruck commentator could utter as the camera panned on Ryder, looking supremely disinterested in his yellow cap; in other words, his swag-wali topi.

With a single back-hand flick (remember, without looking at the stumps) he had run out a set batsman and had kept the other off strike. Marshall got to face a single ball in the last over, bowled by Theo Doropoulos. Between them, Marshall and Bradley Scott managed a mere 6.