I’m not talking about Freddie Flintoff and the boys, I’m talking about how I can survive Day Two without falling asleep again. I made it to around 4.15am before stumbling off to bed. Probably the over before Martyn was out.

With hindsight, the Kronenbourg was a bad idea so a booze free night with, perhaps, a late afternoon snooze thrown in for good measure. A few tins of Red Bull followed by a caffatiere of Colombias second best cure for drowsiness. That should do the job.

The cricket? It all had a very familiar feel to it. As an England fan it was a definite case of deja vu. Harmys first delivery of the day summed it up. Any of the lads I play cricket with on a Sunday will tell you that I’m not averse to bowling the occasional wide one but I can honestly say I’ve never bowled one that wide.

Tags : Cricket, The Ashes, England, Australia, First Test