It was the day the series came back to life. It was the day Test cricket regained its reputation as a relentless, ruthless struggle between hostile flingers and brave batsmen. It was the day a large crowd was transfixed. It was the day Australia rejected the meek in favour of the mongrel. Most of all it was the day a tall, fragile and hitherto wayward speedster convinced England he was no mere myth.
Like all the best storms Mitchell Johnson’s burst came without warning. Certainly a few promising signs had been observed. On the previous day the genial banana-bender-cum-Western Warrior had scored 62 with numerous fluent strokes and plenty of defiant clouts. As a rule, Johnson’s batting moves in harmony with his flinging. Clearly he was feeling good about his bowling and so himself.
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