What a day. The MCG was the happiest place in the world. As Hayden felt his way through his shot continuum, bringing up an immensely touching hundred (Hayden bats like a cellist, the tones not demarcated by frets, playing with great feeling, building crescendoes and stuff) his fishing buddy launched a brutal assault on the protean bowling attack, at the final second of opportunity kick starting a long and heroic test career. And then there were more of those great wkts of his.