The unorthodoxy of Shivnarine Chanderpaul is a myth.
Sure, his batting deportment looks a touch loopy up to the point where the bowler releases the ball - the front on stance, the trigger to move the back foot across, the effort to get more side-on, the adjustment of the bat into position. Then, when the bowling arm releases, bang, he is in perfect alignment.
He lets the ball come to him, plays it under his eyes, works it into gaps and punishes on occasion.
Singles and twos splay like severed electrical wires through the leg side of his wagon wheel; boundaries were chimed anywhere on the clock face on his way to a 29th century in his 153rd test.
This could be the last time fans get to see the Guyanese guru nudge and nurdle his way to a century in New Zealand. Sir Viv Richards he is not, nor is he Brian Lara, but as an accumulator he is unsurpassed.