I’m about to turn on the TV (10.20am) to see if the situation on the ground in any way resembles their graphics. (In my experience over here in Wales, it often doesn’t.)
Why has the Ashes series felt so much like the Six Nations earlier this year (except that now I’m supporting England, of course)? I went through exactly the same sort of agonies watching Wales in the winter. But then we did it in the end.
(Quite apart from the fact that supporting Wales at rugby union and England at cricket over the last 10-15 years have often been the same sort of experience. Painful, traumatic, too many false dawns, periods when I just couldn’t bear to watch any more… but I kept coming back. Perhaps I really am a masochist.)
Well, 6 hours and 90+ overs to go. Everything still to play for on the last day. What have you got for us, Warney?
10.25am: Weather looks better, though no blue sky.
11.45: Sunny. 82-3. And a very very tight nearly run-out…
Good job my sofa is right up against the wall so I couldn’t get behind it anyway.
Lunchtime: 127-5. I feel sick.
And actually there is a foot or so of space one side of the back of the sofa if I move a box out.
2.10pm: 182-5. (188 ahead.) Man, Pieterson came up with the goods today (78, including 3 sixes). And Collingwood solid as a rock, if rocks can be ginger. As Ed says, this has turned into a ODI. There could be one hell of an Aussie run chase after tea.
Teatime! 221-7! And Pieterson got his first Test century. Joyous, glorious stuff. (After the early lucky breaks. The Aussies must be sick sick sick about those dropped catches.)
4.15pm. Pieterson: 6 X 6. That’s all.
Mind you, his ego will need to be sat on a bit after today.
4.44pm: … Make that 7 X 6, and the 150.
5pm: Bye bye to Pieterson… and to Richie Benaud, at almost the same minute.
What a day it’s been. Oh my. But we did it in the end…