From startled rabbits to raging bulls thanks to fighting Flintoff
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Your support makes all the difference.Prior to the remarkable events of the last fortnight few would have expected Michael Vaughan's team to have reached this pedestal. We knew they were good. Fourteen victories in 18 Test matches against West Indies, New Zealand, South Africa and Bangladesh proved that. But the big question was: how would they fare against the team which has dominated world cricket for the last decade?
After the 239-run defeat in the first Test many, including myself, feared the worst. Vaughan's side, with the exception of Stephen Harmison and Kevin Pietersen, had frozen on the big stage and predictions of 3-1 were quickly being altered to 4-0 or even5-0.
That England managed to turn things around during the week between the first and second Test is a testament to the character, belief and talent that are present among this determined and resourceful group of players. England teams of the past have played prettier cricket than the current side but few, if any, have matched their intensity and power. It has shaken each and every Australian cricketer to the core.
This was highlighted by the celebrations witnessed on the Australian balcony after Brett Lee kept out the final delivery of the match to earn his side a draw. And never before can an Australian side have sent their 12th man out before the last over with instructions on how someone should bat.
Before Stephen Harmison started the final over Stuart MacGill rushed out to tell Glenn McGrath to bat a metre out of his crease to reduce the chances of him being given out lbw. What MacGill forgot to tell the fast bowler - why are we always portrayed as being dumb? - was to get back in your crease once the ball had been bowled.
McGrath lurched forward to smother the second ball of Harmison's over but missed it, and Geraint Jones, the wicketkeeper, threw the ball to Matthew Hoggard, who was standing next to the stumps. Thankfully - it would have been a totally immoral way to win a match of this stature - Hoggard chose not to break the stumps, but this did not prevent MacGill feeling that he had almost cost his team a Test match.
Duncan Fletcher, who became the England coach in September 1999, believes that his side's performance in the third Test was the best since he took charge. "When you consider the opposition, this is probably the best Test we have played during my time with England," Fletcher said. "We have asked for the side to play consistently well over longer periods of time and it is exciting that they can now hold their concentration to win 12 sessions in a Test match like that.
"I think the public have been pretty proud of the side that are representing them out there. Quite a lot of people probably thought that there was a little bit of luck about our win at Edgbaston, although we did play good cricket there, but I thought we played even better cricket at Old Trafford.
"This is the best side I have worked with. It is a Test side, playing against the best side in the world as equals. The best part is that they are so young and there is still room for improvement, and this makes working with them so exciting."
England's batsmen, who resembled startled rabbits when they pitted their techniques and minds against Shane Warne and Glenn McGrath at Lord's, have turned into raging bulls who are now prepared to meet their confronters head on. Whether an identical approach to that which was adopted at Edgbaston will bring the same success against Warne, and a fully fit McGrath, at Trent Bridge in a week's time is yet to be seen, but it has certainly given the Australians something to think about.
The batting of both teams has looked vulnerable throughout the opening three Tests, but Australia's has been far more disappointing than England's. When the Aussies arrived in England they could boast four players with a Test batting average of over 50. Yet before the second innings at Old Trafford, when Ricky Ponting scored a wonderful 156, not one of these players had come close to posting a Test century.
The Australians will say that it is sloppy batting that has caused so many of their players to get out between 20 and 60, but it has more to do with the quality of England's bowling, which has been unremitting.
Even the finest batsmen find it hard to score their initial 20 or 30, but having reached this score they tend to go on and make it count. Yet against England batting has become no easier once this goal has been attained, because the next bowler has come on and challenged the batsman as much as the man he has replaced.
The ability of Simon Jones and Andrew Flintoff to reverse swing the old ball has been one of the principal reasons why England have been able to keep Australia under pressure. That England can make a 20-over ball behave in such a manner has amazed the opposition. Not since the days of Pakistan's Wasim Akram and Waqar Younis have bowlers achieved such movement.
Jones' bowling and spirit were laudable on Monday, but Flintoff was a colossus. Whenever England were down he produced something special and he deserved to walk off a winner.
But the real quality of the man could be seen two hours after the match. As I was leaving Old Trafford I popped my head into the groundsman's shed to congratulate Peter Marron, the head groundsman, for producing an excellent pitch. And who should I find sat among the lawnmowers, the rakes and the grass cuttings on a bench in his whites and bowling boots having a cold beer with Marron and his staff? Yes, you guessed it, Andrew Flintoff.
Football can keep its Rooneys, its Ferdinands, its Henrys, and its Mourinhos. English cricket's future is bright as long as it has Flintoff.
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