Hhhmmm ... should I play Hauritz or not? What if I do and he plays well ... that bloody Oval test will come up again ...? Nah, he's not that good. I'll let him play, just to keep his mum happy.
Godammit! He's smacking that ball about like ... well, like me ... he might even get a half century here ... shit!
Jesus, he's meant to be getting smacked about, not cleaning up the tail end; he's meant to be out in the wilds of the boundary, getting ignored; I'm meant to be happier than this - we're winning; I'm meant to be smiling and cheering; I'm meant to be in colour!
Oh, there we go ... still not smiling though ... it is only the West Indies and I'm scared of Chris Gayle. He wants to beat me up.
OK, there you are ... a little smile ... only because Hilfy got Player of the Match, not bloody Hauritz.
This is very painful, this smiling business. I think I'll stop now.