You were stuck in the nervous nineties on your claps, Lesley - I've just brought your ton up for you.

135-0, or 0-135 down under, and rain stops play! Probably still time for a result either way. You really would think that by now England would have invented roofed stadia large enough to ensure the nation's summer sport wasn't constantly prey to the lousy weather.

It would swing like a banana in the heavy greenhouse atmosphere, I suppose.

A six for Broad facing his last ball ever - destiny says he takes a wicket with his last delivery to win the match.

There is the small matter of another nine to get before that, however...