Trott cantered to a ton, Swan galloped to 50, and England appeared to walk the walk just when it mattered most.
In golf they call day 3 moving day. Day 3 at the Oval saw England move into a seemingly unassailable position. Seemingly. 80-0 at the close has just the tiniest hint of ominous possibility about it. It has never been done before, but then they said that about Everest, The South Pole, and Elizabeth the First.
2 days is a long time in cricket, and as we all know, abject capitulation is a sort of surreal, contrived anagram of English cricket. If anyone can throw it away, we can. Step forward Stuart Broad, Andrew Flintoff and Graeme Swan.
Imagine if Flintoff and Broad could breed. What all-rounders they would produce. It wouldn’t take much, a bit of lippy, a couple of squirts of silicone, and a quick chopmecockoffermy performed by one of Harley Street’s most eminent, and I am sure Freddie might find young Broad appealing. The Aussie must be fed up with his appealing, especially on day 2 where he ripped their guts out, for all the world like a cross between a young Barry Manilow and a sabre-toothed tiger!
Just a thought.
So on we go. The double-decker is ready, the Queen is prepared to knight Collingwood, and glory awaits. England expects!
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