The trouble was, against those West Indies attacks, that unless you hooked well or could uppercut over the slips, there was precious little to score off on the front foot. So, even if you survived for any length of time, the score was not really going anywhere.
I was never scared, though the anticipation that one might wear a bit of pain did create an unease one did not feel facing spinners or medium-pacers. Yet, that was only an initial feeling. If you could hang around, playing fast bowling was exhilarating in a masochistic sort of way. There was certainly a sense of immense satisfaction ...