“The next two hours are going to be disturbing, chilling, and terrifying. They are going to be a Technicolor-vivid documentation of total psychological disintegration, and resultant wild demented slashing. Yes, I am watching The Shining again. HERE’S STARCY!” I’m feeling a lot better now Paul Griffin. Time for me to find the coffee in a foreign kitchen, while England stiffen their sinews over lunch. Back shortly.
2nd over: England 5-1 (Crawley 0, Pope 1) I don’t think I can bear to watch Pope – but he escapes the strike immediately with a push into the covers and Crawley sees off the rest of the over and takes England through till lunch -with a bit of time wasting for good measure.
Duckett did briefly – for one ball – look in command as he pinged a Cummins half volley through midwicket for four. But then the needless nibble.
A regulation nibble to second slip with bent knees.
1st over: England 0-0 (Crawley 0, Duckett 0) Starc sprints away from the trees in full green bloom lining one end of the Adelaide Oval – he’s such a wonder in full flight – almost Holdingesque. Crawley ignore the first, nibbles at the fourth and is beaten. A maiden.
