
2nd ODI - part 1:
It started well, although we lost yet another toss (we're getting used to that); the sun was shining and so was Shane Watson.
England had found a tramp sleeping next to a dumpster behind Lords, put some kit on him and told him to bowl ... no, wait ... it's Ryan Sidebottom ...
We were moving quite fast, Watto was getting lucky with LBW calls and England's fielding was a tad iffy at best.
Then came the first wicket and the day started to turn against us.
Once Watto was gone, Paine panicked "what do I do? what do I do?" and off he went as well. I shouldn't be too hard on him, he is only 12.
Big Cap'n Clarkey appeared, loud and proud. He didn't look so cocky when he walked off again 11 balls later with a massive 4 runs to his name.
We had slowed down somewhat, but I was confident - for now we had Cammie and Fergie in the middle and that's always good news, right?
Wrong. They did ok, but just as the partnership was starting to find its feet Ravi proved to the world that he actually can bowl occasionally, and Mussey came running in like a toddler with ADHD.
He didn't last long.
James Hopes appeared ... the man may look like random parts of 8 different corpses haphazardly sewn together and reanimated by a Swede, but he can be impressive with a bat. Just not today. He looked anxious, unsettled and went way too soon.
Fergie looked as impressive as ever, but an impressive ball from Anderson put an end to a very good innings.
Things weren't looking good and I was biting what was left of my fingernails after Friday night.
But then God, in the form of Mitchell Johnson, walked out and started punishing the bowlers. He was strong and confident right from the first ball. Australians everywhere breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Two milestones later and Johnson has put England on the back foot. 249 isn't quite as high as I would have liked, but it's a damn sight higher than I expected earlier in the day.
Now let's hope our bowlers can kick some arse!