Post mortem
If you're not depressed, you should be.
Here's Guardian writer Lawrence Booth on the money:
In the credit-where-it-is-due department, Warne was a force of nature. It is easier to burn the opposition's house to the ground when they are fanning the flames, but rarely has one man been on a mission with as much wild-eyed focus. It remains one of the wonders of the modern age that he keeps escaping a dissent charge, but his theatricals are so compelling that it would be a shame to lose them. Mike Hussey, as ever, was coolness itself.
But for now, it is all about English questions. Would Monty Panesar have done better than Ashley Giles (a meaningless 27 not out, a meaningful duck, two wickets for far too many runs and one crucial dropped catch)? Should Flintoff have batted on past 600? Why did Bell doubt Paul Collingwood's word that there was a single? Where was Harmison when his mate and captain needed him this evening? It's going to be one hell of a post-mortem.
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