England only had to occupy the crease for less than 90 balls at the death to have drawn and saved the Ashes, but seemingly an impossibility for the lead players between them to achieve. I won't dwell, its too abysmal to bother writing about. In 1953 Trevor Bailey and Willie Watson batted for six hours - I repeat six hours to save the Lord's Test against Australia. Today six of them failed to comprehend this was about crease occupation. As usual they continued to chase the ball. Roy apart, who was defeated by a superb ball that would have got anyone, bad luck today as he was actually far more composed I thought. Denly likewise, but he's brittle. Simply their not cast for this game. They both possess the ability, but commonly with their fellow batters lack the mentality to change technique between this scenario and the flames of the one day game they were forged within. Simply put Patience they ain't got!
Well played Craig Overton, a brave and courageous player and the redoubtable Leach. We can't drop them, far too valuable as batsmen! Of course once again at the Oval we'll persist and experience a similar Fred Karno ritual. The same cast, different stage, same results.
Root with the facial projection of a supercillious turnip mumbled away in mediaspeak afterwards - seemingly indifferent to the lacklustre compost heap he'd just presided over. The £1.6 million he'll trouser this year, no doubt helps promote failure into success. I always remember a seal trainer (in an animated action alleging tampering with his creatures food by a competitor) advising me his glossy troupe performed much better when they were hungry - "they associate fish with going through the oop guv'nor, know what I mean like" ...
I have tickets for Friday and Saturday for the 5th Match. Were it not for the tradition of attending with an old friend who will be travelling 5,000 miles so to do, I'd sell them on tomorrow, simply not worth it. I've seen the best, both in players and presentation.
I never watched or listened until the highlights tonight on 5. I'm glad my possible future relocation had persuaded me not to persist with earlier thoughts of subscribing to Skysports. This decrepit performance, with the mewling Alison Mitchell screeching away like a self propelled haunted violin in the background - no siree, I'd rather "die in a ditch"!