Not long ago I thought Harmy should go to Mexico, find a senorita and take some Peyote.

I haven’t followed his flight schedule, but it seems he has taken my advice.

Yesterday he was spicy like a jalapeno. The ball was dancing a salsa down the pitch.

Even Geoffrey Boycott was back on the bandwagon – he ate nachos for lunch and told everyone he liked the lad again.

Harmy was glowing. Strange what first-class wickets can do.

He has only been carrying his bags for half-a-season but it has inspired him.

Harmy didn’t even wait for his team-mates yesterday, he was out there before them, bowling at novelty stumps and Ottis Gibson and loving every moment of it.

When the team made it onto the ground he strode away from them with a confident jog that said: “Hello cruel world. I’m taking over now.”

Some days Alastair Cook’s mascara-afflicted drop off the first ball would have been enough to end him for a good three days, but not this time.

No South African wanted to face him. He gave Smith the once over, two or three times. Ambrose didn’t even need super-powers to keep to him.

When he got Amla the crowd reached for a cigarette in unison.

He only took two wickets but he gave the attack the teeth, and with his teeth and Freddie’s grunt they looked like a team that could take 20 wickets.

Imagine that.

We all expect Harmy to fall apart somewhere on the flight to Amhedebad but for now let’s enjoy it.

He is excitement, he is unpredictability, he is willing to share his shoes with others and he is a lot better more entertaining than most current bowlers no matter how he bowls.

I wouldn’t pick him but I do like watching him.

Jrod is an Australian cricket blogger, his site Cricketwithballs.com won July’s Best of Blogs in TWC