Not content with another batting disaster, it was two lone men who took it upon themselves to be different...
...to score runs.
NWG is proud today of her team. Not the other lot who didn't care (maybe Matt Prior can be excluded from this).
For it was Jonathan Trott, Englishman, hero, batting supremo, the man with a level head, and Stuart Broad, impossibly tall and gangly, not known for his batting skill, but bloody excellent.
This gruesome twosome must be in this England side forever. Till they are old and grey. Till they can bat no longer. For now that they have done it once, it can always be done again.
Even if they are out first ball tomorrow they have played their part.
NWG is happy, even if her knee is still sore and she was forced to sit still all day and watch the cricket.