One of the many highlights of my career was in Barbados when I took 8 wickets for 45 runs and I really did enjoy it. We were 0-1 down in the series, with one match to go and the England team was holding on for a draw. Jack Russell had been dogged as a batsman and it didn't look like we would ever get him out. He was a very stubborn player with a lot of courage and I had to pull something out of the bag to give West Indies a chance. I managed to get him out with a ball that kept low and we went on to win that match and the next one in Antigua by an innings and pulled off the series. Pride wouldn't allow us to let England beat us at home.
Another memorable occasion was in Australia when I got 7 for 1 at the WACA. It's not often that you get such good figures and I didn't bowl well during the morning session I was itching to get back after lunch to get back in it. I knew my team relied heavily on me so I had to get things right. I sent down some top deliveries and there were some brilliant catches in the slips. Everyone was delighted and suddenly Australia were all out for 119 and they lost by an innings inside three days..
The WACA was a good ground for me and the pitch reminded me of those back in the Caribbean, early in my career; full of bounce and pace, and I don't know a fast bowler who doesn't loves that. I never lost a test match at Perth - we won them all!
A strange incident occurred during the 1993 World Series final when Dean Jones asked the umpire, to request I remove my wristband. Wristbands were not something new then, I had been using wristbands throughout my career but for some reason he felt that the white wristband and the white ball were disruptive to his eye which I have to say that to me it didn't make sense to me but I removed it even though I was very reluctant to take it off. There's an old saying that you should never wake a sleeping lion and in truth I was annoyed at the request. It was just a one-off situation and it really did fire me up which was a warning to batsmen all over the world. I blew them away.
I became the fifth bowler to reach 400 Test wickets at Headingley in 2000. The victim, Mike Atherton, provided more of those wickets than anyone else, highlighting the regular duels between him and me.
Whenever I took a Test wicket my mother would rush onto the balcony of her home in Swetes Village, Antigua, to triumphantly ring a special bell to celebrate.