It really is opposite world when Clarkey, far from freeing himself from the burden of restraint, takes this taut passivity upon himself to a degree hitherto unheard of. Watching him bat was wrecking my guts. The tension was massive. The wait continues. The Waugh–hole is beginning to show. These binary flickerings of faith are threatening to enter into a tedium of zeroes. But It is the very tension of the wait that provides me (yet) with the conviction that all is not lost. The wait must come to fruition at some point, and there really aren’t too many points left to go. The Oval must be immense for Australia. They have to play like they have been on the 3 last days of the last 3 tests for each and every day of what is going to be the ultimate test.