Every time Shubman Gill has fallen to a catch, or failed to score, which has happened rarely in a career in which the teenager has shown an astonishing appetite for runs, he would get a call from his sister. Haan, maar di lift-u. A cursory glance at the scoreboard would tell her his mode of dismissal and that would be enough for the taunt uttered in delightful Punjabi drawl.Even if I have been out caught behind or whatever, she would assume I had got out playing a big shot, and I would have to hear her taunting laughter. Gill has rarely failed in his career. Forget his numbers at the Under-19 level for India–an average of over 100 in 11 games – he can’t recall failing for three innings in a row. Ever. Not that it has stopped his sister, or more importantly his cricket-obsessed father, who has been his coach and main architect of his cricketing dream.