Live - England v Pakistan, 2nd Test day four, Edgbaston
August 9, 2010

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By Tom Fordyce
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ENGLAND SECOND INNINGS (target 118)
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From dyrewolfe on 606: “Ah, I see this has turned out to be the formality I hardly dared to dream of last night. I was pretty sure England would find some way to have us chewing our nails, but… can you believe it… they’re actually doing a thoroughly professional job. Apart from poor old Cookie, that is! Wonder if his place is under threat yet?”
So please, I beg, speak of nothing but the scoring/ Because I much prefer the world/ When we’re all being boring.’”
Cheeky surprise before lunch - quick over of tweak from Shoaib Malik. Very full, and Strauss has to jam the toe of his bat down to keep timbers intact. That’s lunch - England’s morning after the horror of that early Cookie loss, and we’ll reconvene with just 47 more runs needed for victory.
Decent ding-dong between Strauss and Ajmal. Skips goes down on one knee for a premeditated slog-sweep for two, but is then fooled by the flight of a cunning drifter - edged towards slip, but the soft hands drop the ball just short of the pouch. Touch too much length on the next one, and Strauss will get that front elbow high to drivre with a meaty thunk through cover for four more. Strauss to 36, England well over halfway there.
Asif, all loose arms and airy action - mmm, lovely from Trott, turning it off middle-and-off with Swiss timing to the midwicket fence. Woof - super response from the seamer, bringing one back in and trapping him on the crease. Huge appeal, and Trott does that guilty rapid shift of pad to outside leg while looking in panicky fashion at the umpire… ooh, missing down leg. 50 partnership, lunch drifting into view.
Ajmal tip-toes in - nice flight on that, and Trott is caught in two minds - the ball thunks into his back pad as he shuffles nervously, and there’s a huge appeal - just turning past the leg peg, I’d wager. Looks like the dooseroo to follow, but Spot has trotted it - I beg your pardon, Trott has spotted it - and runs it away off the face to two.
Haider decides to stand up to Asif. Judging from the bowler’s reaction, he feels rather insulted by that - bouncer, somehow snagged with one hand by the leaping stumper. Yup, he’s decided to go back again. Coincidence, surely. Strauss waits - ooof, foxed with a slider across his chest. He takes guard a further stride out. It makes an instant difference - he’s now done by the same ball a further stride down the pitch. Cunning.
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Sir Geoff of Boycott piling into Cook on TMS. “Ee’s gone, for me,” he rumbles. “Bradman were dropped, Hutton was dropped. I would a’ liked his runs.” Strauss sweeps for two, and if it didn’t guarantee his instant dismissal I’d say he was looking we… nope, that’s more than enough already.
That’s nice from Strauss, going forward to drive Ajmal through point for two, exchanging singles with the anchoring Trott and then rocking back to drive off the back foot for four more between cover and extra cover. 71 more needed for the 2-0 series lead; half an hour to luncheon.
Amir maybe ready for a blow here - Trott finally looks to be settling, cutting with muscular forearms for four backward of point. A chap in the crowd clutching three plastic pint pots pauses halfway down the stand steps to watch and is forced to apologise to the craning punters behind.
Starting to misbehave now, this track - that one shoots along the deck and is well taken by Haider as Strauss lunges desperately, but that’s not so tidy from the stumper - spinning down leg, possibly the doosra, skimming past Strauss’s rumpo and away for four byes.
Strauss blinks under the brim of his blue lid, golden ring hanging from the chain around his neck, substantial chest-thatch peeping through the vee of his open-necked shirt. Nasty spitter from Amir, jumping up from just shy of a length - prodded down by the leaping skipper. Single tickled off the pads, before a slingy bouncer whistles past Trott’s retreating snout.
Slip, leg slip and silly point in for Strauss as Ajmal skips in, pausing a fraction in his delivery stride - singles run away off the face, and a roared appeal as Trott gets trapped on the back foot - missing down leg, I’d wager. Drinks.
Amir, long locks smeared across his forehead like a man auditioning for a Klaxons cover band - oh, he’s done Trott like a spicy kipper there, angling one across him from over the wicket and drawing the anxious waft. Anyone in the Midlands meteorological business know when this rain is meant to arrive?
Cunning old in-out field set by Skipper Butt here, cutting off the runs but keeping the catchers in place. Strauss tries to sweep Ajmal and picks up one, the Edgbaston air full of banter and chat from the exuberant Pakistani fielders.
This situation is turning Trott’s twitching and flinching up to 11. Ants in his pants. Amir, left arm slingy - Strauss beaten all ends up in the corridor of fear. Single squeezed away, and Trott then picks up a fortunate brace off inside edge and thigh guard. Sun still out, no sign of the clouds forecast so far.
We’ll have a change of bowling here - first innings destroyer Ajmal for his first twirl of the innings. Strauss waiting - hold on, was that an edge? I think it was, from the reaction of batsman and close fielders - he had a little fence at one outside off, and it went straight in and out of Stumper Haider’s gloves. If Pakistan could catch…
Trott scratching like a nervous chicken, and Amir has him thrusting at nothing but thin air. As a baby in the crowd flings a ‘4′ card dismissively to the ground, Trott examines his outside edge. Leave it alone, Sir Trottsalot. Paul (below) - the winner actually receives the Victor Ludorum.
Asif’s hardly charging in, sending them down at just 78/79mph, but he’s causing all sorts of issues - cheeky tempter laced across Skipper’s bows, and it draws the nervy prod. That’s better - big step in, head over the ball, solid drive back down the track for the first authentic boundary of the innings.
Full and onto Strauss’s toes, and he’ll flick that away for a single. Trott goes up on his toes to tip one off his hip for one more. Allan (below) - do you know a chap by the name of Rob Murray? Opera singer like yourself. Reached the quarter-finals of the World Ubogus. Impressive set of lungs.
Trott the new man, and he’s almost the old one first ball - edged just short of second slip. Nervy times, these. Singles stolen to relieve a little pressure - oh my Lord, how did that miss? Trott way back in his crease, and as the ball shoots through he survives a castling by the squeakiest of margins. And again!
That has done him all ends up - angled in, feet planted, stumps taking a terrible pasting. Cook trudges off, his technique taken apart again, and this match is very, very alive.
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Aaagh…
Quick point of order - you couldn’t manually refresh for me, could you? Technical stuff way over my head. Cook now, under pressure after his sketchy run of form - gagh, edged off a tempting angler from Asif, and the ball shoots past second slip for a streaky four. Re the World Saunas, Dirs is both sombre and cocky this morning - sombre that the Saunas had to end as they did, cocky that his dismal performance in the heats now looks rather more impressive.
Two slips and a gully in for Strauss, Amir cantering in, fringe flopping - short, pulled away off the bottom edge for two. Ooof - that one stays low and angles in to boot, and Strauss, having decided not to play a shot, gulps with relief as the cherry whistles past his unprotected timber.
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Broad will have a crack regardless, face half-hidden in shadow - short, fended towards gully… bagged!
Swann for the first over, Asif waiting with his brand-free blade. Full bunger slapped away through midwicket for one, leaving the hamstrung Umar Gul on strike - slip, leg slip, forward short leg, silly mid-off, and he takes them all out of the equation with a lusty sweep for two. Broad the man in the deep, wearing the chastened expression of a man fined half his match-fee overnight.
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