England v Bangladesh - as it happened | Andy Bull and Rob Smyth

Morning everyone. I'm here now, but that's no reason to delete this lovingly compiled list of things you could be doing instead of reading my preamble... • Read Mike Selvey's report on the first day's play from Lord's, and make sure to stop and savour the line about the hug KP gave Jon Trott. • Read David Hopps's thoughts on a commanding, ongoing innings from Jonathan Trott and indulge in a little internal speculate about just how many runs Trott will end up with. • Read Vic Marks on how seeing red curbs Eoin Morgan's natural instincts and mourn the absence of more references to the headlines that greeted Vic's own first day of first-class cricket. • Watch video highlights of the first day's play from Lord's and find much more news and comment on our dedicated cricket site . • Gaze at the No17 beside Ian Bell's name in the opening day's scorecard . • Buy Rob Smyth's excellent book, The Spirit of Cricket , which is a snip at £7.89. There have been games of hacky sack that were competitive than this series . It's a slightly depressing feeling, all the more so given how hard the Bangladeshi attack was working to make such a modest impression on the English batting. It is nothing so much as a fine advert for two divisions of Test cricket. The only other questions hanging over today's play are these: just how many will Jon Trott make? (my guess is that if he survives the first 30 minutes he'll be the first Englishman to make a Test triple ton since Graham Gooch's 333. Which would be appropriate because Gooch is currently on TV telling the world about how the England players have to go on and make 'Daddy' hundreds, a concept which long-time OBO readers will surely smile at) and when will England declare? (some time afer Tea?) "Good morning" chirrups John Starbuck cheerily, "Are you hot to Trott?" Yup, were so desperately short of talking points that we've resorted to punnery before play has even started. Here's Andrew Stroud: "Can I let my fellow OBOers know that Smyth's book is indeed a snip at £7.89. Those of us unfortunate to have bought it at the launch had to part with a tenner for the privilege." Yes, but you did get to savour every second of the greatest show on earth. "Still, I suppose there was some free beer and a few cocktail sausages to make up for it. And it is a good read." Indeed it is. Bob Willis is ringing the Lord's bell. As the OBO writer said to the Bishop. "You're right about the questions over today's play, but they feel a bit embarrassing, don't they?" muses Robin Hazlehurst, "Is anyone else secretly hoping for an England collapse so that we can get back to our default setting of grumpy struggling? We just don't do this kicking a puppy thing very well, do we?" 91st over: England 365-4 (Trott 176 Morgan 42) So the two batsmen stroll out to the middle, resuming their partnership of 104. Trott will take strike, and Shahadat Hossain will bowl the first over. Shakib has a single slip and a gully in close, even though the new ball is only two overs old. Asoka de Silva calls play and the first ball is shortish, straightish, and Trott eases it away square for a single. Morgan throws his bat in a loose drive and snicks an inside edge past his stumps. "I have an English Lit exam in a couple of hours," not me, but Alex Wilson, "and the cricket isn't helping. Even watching England plod to victory against the might Bangladesh is going to be preferable to revision. If you're looking for something to discuss, then may I suggest the strategies used by elegiac poetry in dealing with the absence of the deceased? I'd be interested to hear other OBOers' views." Nothing you can do at this point will possibly help you know old stick, short of sticking a crib sheet in your top pocket. 92nd over: England 370-4 (Trott 178 Morgan 43) Morgan almost contrives to run Trott out, refusing a second run when he was already a third of the way into it. Trott turns with all the alacrity of a listing tanker, but still grounds his bat in time to beat the tardy return throw. "Presumably Smyth's book launch was in London," pipes up Robin Hazlehurst, "in which case shouldn't Andrew Stroud be thinking that £10 for a pint and sausages was a snip, and he got a free book thrown in?" WICKET! Morgan 44 c Mushfiqur b Shahadat (England 370-5) Morgan goes! And it was a lovely dismissal too, a fine delivery from Shahadat. It pitched just outside off and swinging away, drawing Morgan's bat towards the ball like a moth to a flame. The edge flew behind and Mushfiqur took the catch. Inspired by this breakthrough Shahadat starts to bomb Trott with bouncers. It's a good idea. Trott flaps at the first and flails at the second. "How can Andrew Stroud complain about paying an extra £2.02 for the Smyth book? " grumbles Richard O'Hagan, "Was his not signed by the author, in his uniquely cack-handed style of writing? (Although I admit that the unsigned copies are still rarer)." 94th over: England 379-5 (Trott 179 Prior 7) "I like the ingredients listed top left in your picture for 'the greatest show on earth'," writes Michael Hunt, neatly covering up yet another computer crash at my end, "Smyth is clearly a man made of three simple elements." Five actually, but we couldn't fit Monster Munch and self-loathing on the chalkboard. 95th over: England 380-5 (Trott 179 Prior 7) "With the emergence of Craig Kiewswetter, do you think Matt Prior's place is under serious threat?" wonders Paul Wakefield, "Will he be required to do a Trott to keep the critics at bay?" He is not under as much pressure as Trott was at the start of this match, but if Kieswetter can hold the first-class form he showed last year then he will be by the time the Ashes squad selection comes around. Just a single from Shahadat's latest over. 96th over: England 384-5 (Trott 183 Prior 7) Trott steers a slashing cut through the vacant slip and through third man for four. A poet named Maximilian writes: "Could we have a bit more specificity on Alex Wilson's poetry exam please: if we are talking elegies based on form, then you have to look at two places – greek epic poetry, which defined the way most elegies scanned, and gray's elegy in a churchyard, whose success provided a template for future writers to copy, and whose form is now considered as standard. Frankly, those aspects are rather dreary, but if we look at semantic and metaphorical mechanisms for highlighting loss, we could actually have a jolly good Friday discussion." Yes. Thanks for that. 97th over: England 384-5 (Trott 186 Prior 8) "A much more interesting question would be, 'the strategies used by elegiac poetry in dealing with the presence of the deceased'," suggests Billy Mills. "I'd suggest asking a Bangladesh bowler." On the sidelines Bangladeshi coach Jamies Siddons is stood thumping his fist into his palm and snarling at his team. He seems to be telling them to up their aggression. Either that or threatening them with a thrashing. 98th over: England 389-5 (Trott 187 Prior 9) "Will we have the jolly good Friday discussion before or after the discussion about poetry?" asks Robin Hazlehurst. Mmmhmm, I think Mark Roberts may be striking a more appropriate Friday note with this missive: "It's my stag do tonight and I'm prepping by following OBO and generally avoiding work. Just received the following email from one of my illiterate but highly amusing stags: "HAD A FEW BEERS LAST NIGHT. LOVELEY LITTLE WARM UP LISTEN TO SUPERSONIC BY OASIS BEFORE YOU COME TO THE RAILWAY AT 4. AWESOME SUMMER SONG!!!! BRING IT HOME LIVERPOOL YOU SCOUSE IDOITS!! ! I FEEL LIKE I INVENTED THE CAPS LOCK I'M THAT HAPPY !""""""!!!!!!!" Indeed. Rubel Hossain is into the attack now, his first over costing two runs in singles. 99th over: England 392-5 (Trott 188 Prior 9) Here is Simon Cummings: "I see on Amazon that Sir B's mighty tome "The Botham Report - What's wrong with English cricket and what I intend to do about it" can be obtained for a fabulous 1p tho' you have to go to £1.50 for a signed one. All + p+p. Bargain." Is it though? Really? Shahadat is bowling really well here, pinning Prior back in his crease with a succession of straight short-of-a-length balls that rear up towards the batsman's chest. I have just noticed that Neil Stork-Brett, an old OBO hand, has contributed a charming little review of Smyth's book on the amazon homepage: "Rob Smyth is the Hunter S Thompson of cricket writers, that is, he's mostly drunk, abusive and follically challenged. I doubt I'll even read it. But I haven't read the Bible either, and that seems to have shifted a few copies. Yeah, go on - buy it." 100th over: England 399-5 (Trott 190 Prior 16) "Given that these discussions on elegies and Greek epic poetry are taking place on the OBO, could I just say that the 'r' in Greek is probably a tad superfluous," writes Alistair Moffat as Prior clumps a leg glance away to deep backward square. Oh dear oh dear, the boundary fielder is Tamim Iqbal makes a futile attempt at a diving stop and as soon as he hits the turf it is clear that he has injured himself. It's either his wrist or his rib. Play stops and his teammates gather around him. It is his wrist, which was already strapped up. He jarred it as he dived to the ground. Tamim is walking off towards the pavilion now, and with him goes the single most entertaining thing about the Bangladeshi batting line-up. Here comes the highbrow bit. Stop reading now if you're not interested in petty poets indulging in intellectual slap-downs: "Kudos to Maximilian the Poet for trying to help young Alex out," says David Hopkins, "but not for leading him down the path of presenting Gray's Elegy as the template. As we all know, Milton's Lycidas predates it, so Maximilian has unwittingly marked himself out as a JCL on the elegy front." 101st over: England 400-5 (Trott 190 Prior 16) "Can we nip this poetry thread in the bud early please," harrumps an indignant Andrew Gates, "There are enough undergrads talking about their tedious subjects on the BBC thread. What annoys me is that these people labour under the misconception that they are the only people who have ever had a thought. It annoys me, albeit not as much as Radio 1 djs talking about how drunk they got the night before whilst hanging out with the bassist from a band I have never heard of." Oh dear... WICKET! Prior 16 run out (England 400-6) That's a shocking piece of running from Trott, and it is Prior who pays the price. He is furious. And understandably so. He's just been run out for 16 by a man closing on 200, and somehwere not too far away Craig Kieswetter will be licking his lips. They were coming back for a second to the off side, but Trott changed his mind as he started back down the wicket. It was too late for Prior, who was more than halfway home when he realised he was being sent back. The fast, flat throw beat him home by a yard. 102nd over: England 404-6 (Trott 192 Bresnan 2) "All you need to know about Greek epic poetry and tragedy is that the great dramatist Aeschylus was allegedly killed by a falling tortoise," says Stephen Wolstencroft, hammering home the final nail in this discussion. A good point on which to end I feel. So Bresnan is in now, and he too would have much to prove with a big innings here. For the first time in a long time, I imagine, England have two batsmen together at the crease who each have Test batting averages of over 50. Bresnan takes his first two runs with a clip to the legside. 103rd over: England 404-6 (Trott 193 Bresnan 2) Robiul continues. England have lost two wickets for 38 this morning. I'd write more but it is time for drinks. 104th over: England 407-6 (Trott 194 Bresnan 3) "There are two ways that run out could have been prevented," says Jeet, "1. Change the calling to Afrikaans 2. Prior should have known Trott was just marking his guard for the next over and not looking for a run." Bresnan props forward to play a drive and is beaten by a sharp straight ball from Rubel. He makes contact with the next though, it was a little fuller and a little straighter, and eases it out to cover for a single. The length drops back a bit when Trott comes on strike, and takes a single to move to 195. 105th over: England 411-6 (Trott 198 Bresnan 3) Trott edges his way towards his 200. If he gets there it will be the first in a Test for England since Pietersen's 227 against the West Indies in 2007. "Am stuck in Japan after a conference and can't fly out until tomorrow," gripes John Atkinson, "My TV choices are limited to CNN and pay tv which seems to consist of the appalling remake of the taking of Pelham 123, a couple of japanese channels and some dire pornography which, based on the preview, seems to blur out the appropriate organs. Have therefore been waiting all day for the cricket to start. Have also been able to access TMS which I can't in NZ (new home). Boycs is on top form and am sitting here giggling like an idiot despite the rather slow pace of the game. Do agree with Vaughan, though, going to Aus with less than 5 bowlers is not going to work. Why have we lost the knack of breeding genuine pace bowlers?" We haven't - we've a real surfeit of them at the moment. But I printed this so I could say how gobsmacked I am that given the range of activity options currently available to you, you've ended up listening to Boycott and emailing the OBO. 106th over: England 417-6 (Trott 198 Bresnan 8) Bresnan dumps four runs out to the leg-side off a half volley, and the steals the strike for the next over with a single from the sixth ball. Smyth has been busy digging up some stats from the vault, beginning with these ones on the number of double hundreds scored by Test sides in the last 20 years . Rob's conclusion? "England don't make enough daddies". 107th over: England 419-6 (Trott 199 Bresnan 10) Bresnan thumps a cut out to deep point for two more. "Is there anyone out there who would not have done exactly what Trott did?" scoffs Jake Brown, "It's hard enough to knowingly start running towards the danger end if you've decided that the run isn't on - but to do it with a first Test double hundred in the offing? No chance." 108th over: England 424-6 (Trott 201 Bresnan 10) Shakib brings in his fielders on the one to try and squeeze a little more pressure onto Trot. Rubel floats up a tempting wide ball outside off, but Trott resists the urge to attack it. The next ball is a little shorter, and he is able to turn it through mid-wicket into the wide open spaces of the deep for two runs. That's it then, the first English 200 at Lord's since Big Bob Key did it in 2004. Trott tugs off his helmet and waves his bat somewhat perfunctorily towards the pavilion. Here's John Atkinson again: "I am on a port island, Kobe. Effectively in the middle of a vast industrial estate. Unless you're referring to my less than attractive TV options I'm at a loss as to what you think I could be better employed doing. Please advise. Boycott is still keeping Aggers on his toes though. How Aggers manages to keep the radio version of a straight face is beyond me. Congrats to Trott on a double ton although it will always be asterixed as against Bangladesh." Ah. 109th over: England 428-6 (Trott 204 Bresnan 13) At least Rob Key's came against a bowling attack that was semi-Test standard," points out Carl Taylor, "unlike the semi-county standard attack Trott is facing." So anyone know anything to do in Kobe? Other than watch cows be given massages? I ask because, judging from his latest email it seems a hotel room, a bottle of whiskey, TMS is not cutting it for John Atkinson: "I forgot the original purpose of second email which was to take you to task about the fast bowlers. Blame the Macallan which is going down rather nicely. I agree our current crop is excellent but in terms of out and out pace I would counter that we have no-one in the same speed category as Nannes, Tait and Johnson (or Steyn and Morkel)." There is truth in that, but as the recent WT20 showed, pace is nothing without guile, whereas guile is more than enough without pace. On top of which, there is always dear old Saj. And really, given that England are picking from Anderson, Broad, Onions, Bresnan, Sidebottom, Finn and Shahzad, and that no one is even talking about recalling Steve Harmison or fretting about Simon Jones, it seems a little severe to talk about the dearth of fast-bolwing talent in this country at the moment. And there is always dear old Saj. 111th over: England 438-6 (Trott 210 Bresnan 16) The news from the dressing room is that Tamim Iqbal will be fit to bat. "200s against Bangladesh" asks Michael Hunt, whose every email prompts a wave of emails to my inbox insisting that it must be a phoney name, "Jason Gillespie. Just mentioning." Shahadat finally tires of watching Trott go through his laborious pre-ball routine and runs in to bowl as soon as he is ready to. He catches Trott unawares, but the batsman still manages to turn the ball away to leg. "I agree there's not a huge amount to do in Kobe," says Malcolm Parks, "I did go to the Hakutsuru Sake Brewery Museum when I went there last year, which was some combination of very interesting and slightly disturbing. As least you can drink so much that everything seems more interesting." After watching Trott steer his 19th four through fine leg, Bangladesh appeal for a catch off a thin edge down the leg side. It is a half-hearted affair though, and umpire de Silva dismisses it with a curt shake of head. 112th over: England 438-6 (Trott 210 Bresnan 16) Shakib continues with a maiden over. "Come on, man, go out and see the sights," John Allen urges John Artkinson, "Kobe has a pretty decent city centre with a fair few bars. You've missed the cheeky Hub happy hour but you've still plenty of time to go out and get hammered. I know that's what I did when I was in Kobe. Good memories." I love the fact that the OBO has tunred up two suggestions for things to do in Kobe when you're bored, both of which have amounted to little more than 'go out and get hammered on your own.' 113th over: England 439-6 (Trott 211 Bresnan 16) A single takes Trott to his career-best first-class cricket. This does count as first-class cricket? "The Hobgoblin across from Sannomiya station in Kobe should be fairly lively of a Friday evening," Nick Carter assures us, "In fact, Sannomiya in general is pretty lively on weekends with groups of office ladies out on the lash. A bit different from their British cousins, though, as they're half the weight and don't pe..." Think we'll have to cut Nick off here, before he slanders one half of an entire nation. 114th over: England 440-6 (Trott 211 Bresnan 16) A huge LBW appeal from Shakib, but Bresnan is spared a thin inside edge. Here's Mr Anus McGuigan (and you thought Mike Hunt was an unlikely name) "Can you confirm, or otherwise, that Tim Bresnan's nickname in the England squad is Batista, after the famous grappler? I believe, Anus, that if Tim Bresnan were on here to reply to you himself he would say something like this . 115th over: England 446-6 (Trott 214 Bresnan 18) "I am a real, bona fide child of naïve parents," confirms Michaekl Hunt, "and have already made up my mind to pass on this particular curse to my future twin sons Isaac and Yorrick." Trott whips a single out square. Rubel returns for an unconvincing burst before lunch. He bowls two sloppy wides in this over, one of them a real horror that hardly hit the strip, and another a short ball that flew over Bresnan's head. 116th over: England 448-6 (Trott 214 Bresnan 19) "How can visitors fail to be impressed by the Kobe Lampwork Glass Museum?" asks Phil Harrison, or indeed "the Takenaka Carpentry Tools Museum?" A leg bye and a single from Shakib's final over of the session. 117th over: England 456-6 (Trott 217 Bresnan 24) And the final over of the morning goes to Mohammad Ashraful, who loops up one of the filthiest balls we've seen in this match so far to start his spell. Bumble has been left speechless by that delivery. That's how bad it was. After a brief silence he utters, gobsmacked "that's 42 miles per hour!" Ashraful does get a later delivery to turn, turn all the way onto the middle of Bresnan's bat. It disappears for four through cover. "This is like a benefit routine! It's the biggest load of dross I have ever seen. I'm ready for lunch" says a disbelieving Bumble. Ashraful finishes with a 40mph googly. Trott fails to realise that everyone else is walking off, and starts marking his guard. So that's it for the moment. Rob Smyth will be here shortly to talk you though the afternoon. Do pay attention and make sure you send your emails to him, not me. I'll leave you with this desperate plea from Gary Naylor: "Declare! Declare!!" And this, from Erik Petersen: "John Atkinson might want to scroll through the channels until he finds the Japanese baseball. A quick check of the schedule reveals that the mighty Hanshin Tigers are playing the struggling but plucky Nippon Ham Fighters at the Sapporo Dome. It's probably also worth noting that the corporate sponsor of that second team is Nippon Ham, and that their nickname is "the Fighters". Sadly, their mascot is not a fighting ham." Hey, you don't need to tell me that. The Ham Fighters are my team. No really. I'm a huge Darvish Yu fan. I have one of his tops at home. But then, who doesn't? LUNCH Preamble Hello. So, having made it a Daddy, can Jonathan Trott make it a Super Daddy? And, if so, will any of us retain the will to live to tell the tale? In the last 35 years, England have had only one score in excess of 250 – not surprisingly, that puts them bottom of the table – and that came, appropriately enough, from Graham Gooch, the man who implores England's batsmen to turn hundreds into big hundreds and big hundreds into monster hundreds. What it all tells us in terms of appraising Jonathan Trott's long-term potentia, is precisely the square root of eff all. We already know that he can be a remorseless accumulator when the weather is fair and/or the track is flat. This is as far removed from the heat of the Bullring as a Strathmore chaser from a Laphroaig snifter. That said, a double hundred is a double hundred is a double hundred, and some bloody good players never managed one: Jacques Kallis, Alec Stewart, Mark Waugh, Michael Atherton, Dessie Haynes, Dilip Vengsarkar, Mohammad Azharuddin, Richard Richardson, Michael Vaughan and Ian Chappell, to name a wee few. Do one good deed each day Did Baz Luhrmann say that in that daft song? Whatever. "Myself and three pals have come up with a challenge in September, which we will tackle to raise money for Leukaemia & Lymphoma Research," says Jack Brennan. "After many drunken discussions, we came up with The Great Coast to Peak Challenge. It involves the National 3 Peaks Challenge (12th-13th September), the Coast to Coast Cycle (15th-17th September), and the Great North Run (19th September), hence completing all three challenges within one week. We have a JustGiving website and we are currently coming up with as many ways as possible of getting the word around, and getting as much support as possible." Come on, a few quid won't hurt. You can also support the OBO's token Australian, Poppy McNee and her Mencap Mile , should you so desire. Lunchwatch What did we do before Innocent Smoothies? How did we survive the daily grind without that loving, jauntily packaged half-time reward? Anyone got anything to talk about this afternoon? I've a hunch, just a hunch, that the cricket won't be rousing the hairs on the back of the neck from their slumber. 118th over: England 462-6 (Trott 222, Bresnan 25) So how much longer should England bat? I'd like to see them declare now – Ricky Ponting has made a couple of very early first-innings declarations recently – but more realistically they could bat for 90 minutes for 100 runs and then have a sly burst with the new ball either side of tea. Anyway, it'll be Shakib Al Hasan to began after lunch to Bresnan, and Trott cover-drives him very sweetly for four. Bresnan then misses an almighty mow at a delivery that kicks and spins nastily. "I've just eaten a whole pork pie (proper size - none of this mini nonsense)," says Matt Turland, getting the afternoon's emails off to a triumphant start. "My work colleagues stared at me in disbelief. It's probably because I ate in about 24 seconds." Pork pies are rancid. So there. WICKET! England 463-7 (Bresnan c Junaid b Shahadat 25) That's very good bowling from Shahadat Hossain. He went around the wicket to Bresnan, who felt with a crooked bat for a shortish delivery outside off. It flew off the edge to the left of the second slip Junaid Siddique, who took a smart diving catch. 119th over: England 467-7 (Trott 223, Swann 4) Swann should add some much needed oomph to proceedings, and he gets going straight away by pinging a full toss through the covers for four. "From what I recall the precise lyrics to the Baz Luhrmann song were 'Do two good deeds every day' and so I feel that you should not only sponsor the 'The Great Coast to Peak Challenge', but also my 'Leave the Meter Running' challenge," lies Michael Underhill, but it's a good lie because it's for a good cause. "I'm driving a black cab to Mongolia with two friends this summer. We leave on the 24th of July and should be back at the start of September, just in time for the last round of county championship games. We're raising money for Mercy Corps and have a JustGiving page here ." Right, that's enough of the good causes for today – not everyone gets a parental cheque every month – but I'm here tomorrow, so feel free to send them in before then. 120th over: England 478-7 (Trott 226, Swann 12) I bloody love Graeme Swann. No fuss, no selfishness, no playing himself in: he just walked down the track to the fourth ball of his innings, from Shakib, and lifted it sweetly over long on for six. Lovely stroke. "After a morning of high-brow poetry and travel tips, it's good to have Smyth back with his incisive mind: 'What did we do before Innocent Smoothies'," sniffs Robert Hill. "What next? 'Don't sweets taste nice?'. And the answer to your question is simple - we ate fruit." I can't afford to travel because I spend what little money I earn on booze and I'm not intelligent enough to understand poetry; what do you want me to do? And 'highbrow' is one word round these parts. So. WICKET! England 478-8 (Trott c Imrul Kayes b Shahadat Hossain 226) The end of a mighty innings from Jonathan Trott. The impressive Shahadat's around-the-wicket angle works again, with Trott opening the face and steering one straight to Imrul Kayes at deep gully. He will be very proud of himself, as he should, but it's not an innings any of us will be talking about in 50 years' time. Unless his other Test century. 121st over: England 479-8 (Swann 12, Anderson 1) This email, from James Debens, makes me feel a little ill, so in the spirit of mutualisation I thought I'd share it in the hope that it will make you feel ill too. "These tales of gluttony - my stepfather once managed 48 Mars bars (ordinary size) in one afternoon sitting for a bet at agricultural college in the 1970s... and won a box of Mars bars. My best is 60 McNuggets during the second half of the dull 1996 FA Cup Final, but my friend John had 80, so I lost (and so did Liverpool). I am a winner in the Game of Life." 122nd over: England 484-8 (Swann 12, Anderson 5) James Anderson (remember him? Cool hair, seriously handsome, unplayable once a year) leans into a wider delivery from Shakib and clatters it through the covers for four. Swann then just survives a referral for a stumping, having missed a mow across the line. The likeable Mushfiqur Rahim did extremely well to take the ball down the leg side and demolish the stumps. He can bat too. "In the public interest," lies Duncan Wilbur in the subject line of his email. "Having just devoured a packet of Walkers' Steak & Onion crisps as one of my five a day and scratched my nose 10 minutes later I noticed how the smell of the crisps had lingered and it really isn't pleasant. Are these crisps the worst for smelly finger residue?" 123rd over: England 488-8 (Swann 12, Anderson 9) Anderson steers Shahadat to third man for four. That's all. "Why are England still batting?" sniffs Andrew Hewitt. "I can only assume that Strauss got the hump with Cook's winning ways overseas, and as such is trying to ensure that every single other player in the team gets more runs." Maybe he's also curried favour by giving them all goodwill goody bags, containing a really cheap portable radio, a £1 M&S voucher, a packet of Mintolas, and a vintage vinyl copy of 'Hold On' by Wilson Phillips. WICKET! England 498-9 (Swann c Rubel Hossain b Shakib Al Hasan 22) The end of a charming cameo from Graeme Swann, 22 from 13 balls. Earlier in the over he pulled Shakib lazily for six and then nailed a switch hit through point for four. But he fell a ball later, slog-sweeping flat to deep square, where Rubel Hossain took a good catch diving forward. 124th over: England 502-9 (Anderson 13, Finn 0) Anderson brings up the 500 by reverse-sweeping Shakib to third man for four. WICKET! England 505 all out (Anderson b Shahadat 13) A lovely moment for Shahadat Hossain, who swings one back in to Anderson's off and middle stump to secure a very well-deserved five-for at Lord's. He is absolutely delighted, and so he should be because he has bowled extremely well today. So Bangladesh need 306 to avoid the follow-on, and I'll be back in five minutes. INNINGS BREAK 1st over: Bangladesh 1-0 (Tamim Iqbal 1, Imrul Kayes 0) James Anderson will open the bowling to Tamim Iqbal, who works the second ball off his hip to get off the mark. There's a little bit of awayswing to the left-handers, but nothing to T***t home about. Kayes, who was bounced out in the return series by Stuart Broad, ducks under a bouncer. "Re: Duncan Wilbur (122nd over), nothing will surpass the aroma left by Nik Naks Scampi and Lemon," says Guy Hornsby. "A wonderful range of crisps from the late 80s and 90s, but turn up sans hand rinse after gorging a bag and in the wrong country you may end up with a night in the cells." 2nd over: Bangladesh 10-0 (Tamim Iqbal 9, Imrul Kayes 0) The phrase 'die wondering' isn't in Tamim Iqbal's vocabulary, and he helps himself to two boundaries from Tim Bresnan's first over. The first was edged high over the slips after a humungous mow at a full, wide delivery, and the second hooked classily off the next ball. He tried to make it three in three, throwing everything at a delivery that went through the gate and missed off stump by something slightly smaller than a whisker. "Turns out I have been mis-pronouncing hyperbole for twen – for all these years," says Poppy McNee. "However, I still heart this video a thousand million trillion times more than that tail end." I can think of another winner who had problems with pronunciation . What words do you mispronounce? And no, no seminal jokes please. 3rd over: Bangladesh 12-0 (Tamim Iqbal 9, Imrul Kayes 2) Anderson beats Imrul Kayes with a good delivery, just back of a length and swerving away from the edge. Anderson hasn't really pitched it up yet. When he does, Kayes is beaten by one that keeps a touch low. Finally he works one off the pads to get off the mark. "What did we do before Innocent Smoothies?" muses Scott W, seductively stroking an imaginary beard. "Why, we had Guilty Smoothies, of course. They tasted so much nicer, but you didn't want to know what was in them." Guilt By Volume. 4th over: Bangladesh 12-0 (Tamim Iqbal 9, Imrul Kayes 2) Tamim plays more responsibly in that over from Bresnan, watching the ball go safely outside off stump and then just managed to jab down on the final delivery as it homes in on his off stump. A maiden. 5th over: Bangladesh 12-0 (Tamim Iqbal 9, Imrul Kayes 2) "Lovely day at Lord's, big fluffy clouds," says Nasser Hussain, who is obviously not an Orb fan. These are certainly good batting conditions, although Anderson gets the new ball to lift very sharply outside Kayes' off stump on a couple of occasions. Then he switches around the wicket, and Kayes screws a loose drive just short of Trott at backward point. Another maiden. "Amazing pleasure to be had from people who use the word 'pronounciation' so you can smack them down that they pronounced it wrongly and its actually pronunciation," says Michael Hunt. "Maybe that's just me. But then again, with your readership, I reckon not." 6th over: Bangladesh 15-0 (Tamim Iqbal 11, Imrul Kayes 3) Three singles from Bresnan's over. It's low-key stuff at the moment, with Tamim playing fairly cautiously for now. He hasn't started throwing the bat at everything yet . "It's not a mispronunciation, but I get my 'single' and 'signal' mixed up," says Joanne Beasley. "It's no big deal but can be somewhat confusing, and probably the reason I'm still signal." Lord knows how you refer to the artist formerly known as Prince. 7th over: Bangladesh 21-0 (Tamim Iqbal 12, Imrul Kayes 7) Imrul Kayes fences at a good lifter from Anderson, and the ball pings off the shoulder of the bat and over the slip cordon for four. There is nice carry in this pitch. By the way, any Wisden Cricketer readers who have yet to peruse this month's Eyewitness should do so quicksmart - it's the wonderful story of Clive Lloyd, armed only with a load of spinners and a man called Monster, leading Guyana to the double in (I think) 1982-83. Charming stuff, and a story of which I knew nothing this time yesterday. "I wonder if OBOers might join me in wishing my colleague Pip Green a tremendously happy 40th birthday?" chirps Tom Oxley, wearing Friday at a seriously jaunty angle. "It's not the sort of age you can winkle into a cricketing analogy with raising bats towards pavilions, but nevertheless she it a really helpful and cheerful person. I can put some extra exclamation and question marks in if it helps? !!!???" 8th over: Bangladesh 22-0 (Tamim Iqbal 13, Imrul Kayes 7) A relatively harmless over from Tim Bresnan, who for all his qualities is not a Test new-ball bowler. Yet. "Ah, words that I mispronounce," says Rebecca Heller. "My friends and I have had many a drunken conversation over this one. Two that spring immediately to mind are 'dearth' and 'renege'. Tricky." Renege I get – that's a sly one – but dearth? I don't understand. Also, surely it's not the best time for such a conversation when you're on the fizz? 9th over: Bangladesh 27-0 (Tamim Iqbal 16, Imrul Kayes 9) When Anderson pitches his first delivery up, Tamim drags it through midwicket for three. Kayes pushes two more into the leg side and it's probably time for England to turn to Steven Finn, or maybe even Graeme Swann. "For years I thought things had 'oar-ee' after another England middle-order collapse," says Tim Burke. "Then I realised my pronounciation had gone awry." 10th over: Bangladesh 39-0 (Tamim Iqbal 28, Imrul Kayes 9) Bresnan digs in a short one and Tamim pulls it majestically for four. Two balls later he drives a full delivery contemptuously through mid-off for four more. 'Good lad!' chuckles Bumble in the Sky box. Then, when Bresnan switches to around the wicket, he clouts another boundary through the covers. Tamim is a joy. If you didn't see the return series – and given that it started at 4.30 you've no excuse – he played an extraordinary innings on the first day of the second Test, 85 off 71 balls. He is a star. "I suddenly noticed recently that people put a 'p' in the middle of 'something' – 'sumpthing' – for no good reason," says Bernard Hughes. "Why do they do it? So I now make a point of saying 'some-thing' like nature intended. Waiting to see if it catches on.* *It's not yet caught on." Sumpthing is a distinct improvement on the su'ink you get on Rochester High Street of a Friday night. 11th over: Bangladesh 41-0 (Tamim Iqbal 29, Imrul Kayes 10) Steven Finn is loosening up, but here comes James Anderson again. He still hasn't pitched the ball up much at all, which is a slight surprise. It's another quiet over. Meanwhile, this piece of BLOODY HELL comes to you from Lynn Bashforth. "Have you seen the other scores today? Zimbabwe need 9 off the last 14 balls to beat India in an ODI ! I love Elton, Ray and the boys, I really do. Can't find it on the TV of course, so will keep other eye on Jimmy Anderson Attack Leader." 12th over: Bangladesh 50-0 (Tamim Iqbal 36, Imrul Kayes 11) Here comes Steven Finn, that most mouth-watering of species: the tall English fast bowler. It's all the same to Tamim, who lashes the third ball disdainfully through mid-off for four. What a fantastic talent he is. Imrul Kayes then survives a run-out referral after a good underarm throw from Kevin Pietersen. Nine from the over. In other news, Zimbabwe have thrashed an admittedly weakened India with 10 balls and six wickets to spare. "Also the whole Moët and Chandon thing where it should be pronounced 'Mow-ett'," says Michael Hunt, "and so I have this dream of ordering it in a restaurant and some swish city-boy tries to correct me with his Derek Trotter French accent, and then I correct him and say it's from the Dutch and so you pronounce the T, and everyone laughs at him. Costly business though, standing in bars loudly ordering bottles of Champagne in the hope that someone will try to correct my pronunciation, but we all have to have hobbies." I skim stones. 13th over: Bangladesh 58-0 (Tamim Iqbal 37, Imrul Kayes 20) Four this time to Imrul Kayes, pinged uppishly through point off Anderson. England thought they had him caught behind next ball, when Kayes drove expansively at a fine length awayswinger, but Asoka da Silva was having none of it and replays showed it was a good decision. The next ball also goes for four, whirled to fine leg. "My sister and I learnt how to pronounce egregious from 'Bill & Teds Excellent Adventure,'" says Brian Fleming. "She has an MA in English now." 14th over: Bangladesh 60-0 (Tamim Iqbal 38, Imrul Kayes 20) "It may amuse you to know that England's attack is not 'flaccid' (fla-sid) but are in fact 'flaccid' (flak-sid)," says Andrew Stroud. "Too many of the ubiquitous ice baths to prevent stiffening up, perhaps?" 15th over: Bangladesh 60-0 (Tamim Iqbal 38, Imrul Kayes 20) Here comes Graeme Swann to turn Strathmore into Pinot Grigio again. England are becoming worryingly dependent on him. Interestingly, in the absence of Collingwood, it's Anderson fielding at slip for the spinner. Swann has a huge shout for LBW against Kayes; he would have been plumb but for an inside-edge. Aood decision from Asoka de Silva, but Swann has changed the mood already. "Go into Rymans and ask for envelopes but pronouncing the word such that it rhymes with Penelope," orders Jeremy Theobald. 16th over: Bangladesh 65-0 (Tamim Iqbal 41, Imrul Kayes 21) Tamim cuts Finn witheringly, but England have a man at deep point so he gets only a single. Bangladesh are moving along very nicely, although you have to modify the old Geoff Boycott thing of adding two or three wickets and add the wicket of Tamim to the score. It'll be a completely different situation when he goes. 17th over: Bangladesh 67-0 (Tamim Iqbal 42, Imrul Kayes 22) Another run-out referral, but Imrul Kayes was just safe once again after being sent back by Tamim. One over to tea. "I always pronounced this Cluedo murder weapon as 'leed pipping'," says Philip Dunne. "My parents had plenty laughs about that." 18th over: Bangladesh 67-0 (Tamim Iqbal 42, Imrul Kayes 22) Finn gives Kayes a bit of chin music, to little avail, and that's tea. It's been a very good start from Bangladesh, particularly the irrepressible Tamim. Any men reading this, make space in your man-love league table for this lad, because you'll need it. Cheers for your emails; Andy Bull will be with you for the evening sesson. I'll leave you with this love letter to modern society from Tom Ireland. The idiots that say sumpthing are probably the same idiots that ask to 'get' a cup of coffee, instead of asking to have one. I guess the disorder originates from when losers watch so much Friends that they think they're in Central Perk not Greggs, but it seems to have spread throughout the UK like wildfire. TEA Right, we haven't got the time to waste time. Here come the players. 19th over: Bangladesh 72-0 (Tamim Iqbal 43 Imrul Kayes 26) Strauss sets a defensive field for Tamim. And here's why - Anderson's first slants across the stumps and Tamim spreads his legs, straightens his back and crashes a vicious cut through cover. There is a man out, so he only gets a single. The field comes in when Kayes comes on strike. Perhaps that's an error - again Anderson's line is a little wide, and this time it is Kayes who carves a drive out past point. There is nobody back there now, so it's four. 20th over: Bangladesh 77-0 (Tamim Iqbal 44 Imrul Kayes 30) "Am I the only one disappointed by England's performance today?" asks Richard O'Hagan, who clearly hasn't been listening to TMS where Boycott has been spitting tar and feathers towards England's batsmen for their sloppy play, "Bangladesh have proved what a road this pitch is. England lost their last two recognised batsmen to schoolboy errors and, even allowing for the pitch, are being taken apart by a shortarse with a dodgy wrist. Complacency, or are England simply as bad at Test cricket as their ICC ranking suggests?" The two teams have come closer together - that's a good thing. Bangladesh got better off the back of their diappiointing first day, whereas England, as you suggest, seem to have got just a touch complacent. They shalln't stay that way for long if Kayes keeps playing shots like this one. He hops up on the balls of his feet and forces four good-looking runs away through backward point. 21st over: Bangladesh 78-0 (Tamim Iqbal 44 Imrul Kayes 30) Anderson comes around the wicket to Tamim, trying to take the ball back away from the bat towards the slips. Notice I say trying to. "Michael Hunt's Moet dream in the 12th over reminded me of an advertising campaign we thought of one night," says Suzanne Hall, with the breezy insouciance of a woman who spends her free time dreaming up fictional adevrtising campaigns, "It would feature Leonard Rossiter sitting in a restaurant and he would look at the menu and say to the waiter 'I wouldn't say no to a merlot' pronouncing the lot. Joanna Lumley, his dining companion, would correct him, saying 'it's merl-o'. And Leonard Rossiter would then hastily correct himself informing the waiter that he 'wouldn't say not to a merlot' to which Joanna would arch her eyebrows and flounce off while everyone else laughed at him. It would've been successful in the late 1970s." 22nd over: Bangladesh 88-0 (Tamim Iqbal 55 Imrul Kayes 30) And Suzanne's story itself sparks thoughts of the old story about Margot Asquith, who grew so sick of actress Jean Harlow pronouncing the 't' in Margot when the two were at a dinner party that she finally said to her, "No, Jean, the 't' is silent, as in 'Harlow'." Meanwhile Bresnan's bowling is being dispatched with undue haste to all parts of Lord's. Tamim thrashes four through extra cover to raise his fifty - from just 57 balls - and then adds another four just slightly squarer by way of celebration. And then... WICKET! Tamim Iqbal 55 run out Pietersen Well that's rather a shame really. It was a tight single too far for the batsmen. Pietersen gathered the ball and threw down the stumps with a precise throw that hit middle stump, beating Tamim home by a yard or more. A great piece of fielding. Pietersen ran around from gully and took the ball one-handed on its first bounce before throwing the ball as he took his next stride forward. 23rd over: Bangladesh 91-1 (Imrul Kayes 30 Junaid Siddiqiue 3) "Boycott doesn't count," rejoinders Richard O'Hagan, "You could score a double century using a stick of celery and Boycott would (a) criticise you for not using rhubarb (b) suggest that you should've scored more and (c) opine that his grandmother could've done the same with the stub of an HB pencil. Boycott is the Eeyore of cricket commentators, nothing will ever remove the cloud of gloom from his vision." Really? I thought that was Bob Willis. To give him his due Boycott does get excited about some things: namely Virender Sehwag and Shahid Afridi. 24th over: Bangladesh 98-1 (Imrul Kayes 31 Junaid Siddiqiue 8) Junaid squeezes four runs of his inside edge and away through fine leg. Bresnan's eight overs so far have cost 47 runs. 25th over: Bangladesh 101-1 (Imrul Kayes 34 Junaid Siddiqiue 8) Kayes guides three runs away through the gully to bring up Bangladesh's 100. "Harmless" scoffs Atherton as Anderson flings another wide away-swinger down past off-stump. It is all looking a little bit easy for Bangladesh so far. But then they are prone to collapses. 26th over: Bangladesh 108-1 (Imrul Kayes 38 Junaid Siddiqiue 12) Kayes bashes a rustic pull shot through mid-wicket for three, the ball sitting up and stalling on the turf because he didn't quite time it right. Unlike Siddique, who fairly larruped this last one past cover for four. Bresnan is being made to look like a second-change bowler at best here, an exposure which I always expected to happen out in the Caribbean during the World Twenty20. "I wish I could get the mental picture of Boycott getting excited about Shahid Afridi that you've just painted out of my head." Why Phil Sawyer? Why not roll it around your medulla oblongata and savour every sweet second of it? "Anyway, you've been watching this while I've been stuck in meetings. Are we right to already be worried about our bowling attack on Australian pitches given the showing so far today? (or, indeed, on English pitches later this summer. Or tomorrow)." No. England have got a little fat on their own success, and the pitch has flattened out. At some point, either in this session or tomorrow morning, someone - probably Swann - will spark the side back into life and they will rattle through the Bangladeshi middle order. 27th over: Bangladesh 113-1 (Imrul Kayes 38 Junaid Siddiqiue 16) Finn is on now, and immediately his length is fuller and his line is straighter than those of his teammates. Siddique squirts a leading edge over the leaping gully and the ball runs away for a fortunate four. One thing to think about, I suppose, is whether England really want to take a four-man attack strategy to Australia this winter given that they are struggling to make an impression on Bangladesh at Lord's this afternoon. 28th over: Bangladesh 117-1 (Imrul Kayes 42 Junaid Siddiqiue 16) Kayes drives four through cover, a sweetly-struck shot indeed. 29th over: Bangladesh 128-1 (Imrul Kayes 43 Junaid Siddiqiue 28) Finn's first ball is driven back down the ground for three by Siddique. A quick single later in the over almost prompts another run out, but this time the pick up and throw is fumbled. Siddique knocks two out to leg off his hip and then leans on a shorter delivery to steer it past the slips to thrid man for four. To be frank if the few Bangladeshi fans at the ground were British they would be chanting 'ea-sy, ea-sy, ea-sy' by this point in the afternoon. "Do any OBOers know if there are still tickets left for the next Test?" asks Phil Sawyer. Phil, I'd stake tomorrow's lunch on the fact that that match is not a sell-out, "The Old Trafford website is being quite coy about it. At £25 quid a pop I'm tempted to make the journey over the Pennines next Saturday. Any OBOers going to be in attendance?" Do Selvey and Hopps count? 30th over: Bangladesh 130-1 (Imrul Kayes 43 Junaid Siddiqiue 28) Bresnan finally gets through an over without giving up a boundary, the first time he has done so since Tea. All Bangladesh take from this one is two runs off the edge past gully. 31st over: Bangladesh 130-1 (Imrul Kayes 43 Junaid Siddiqiue 28) Mark Smith has something to say about the four-man attack debate, and thank goodness he does because Sky have been doing a close-up of a pigeon for the last two minutes, Botham has been banging on about rifle shooting, and my head was slumped on my desk. It was a maiden from Finn. Not a bowler's maiden, but a batsman's maiden. Kayes could have scored off some of those balls. He just chose not to. Anyway, here's Mark: "I think England have really missed a trick in both this match and the series in Bangladesh where they have struggled to bowl out a very mediocre team. They have no chance of beating the Aussies with a four man attack on Australian wickets - especially as there is no real pace in the team. Surely six batsmen are more superflous(?) than five bowlers against a 'weak' team. None of the all-round pretenders can bat at no6 so Prior should have been given the chance to prove he can do the job, which he should be more than capable of doing, because with Bresnan Swann and Broad at 7,8,9 that should be a strong batting line up." 32nd over: Bangladesh 134-1 (Imrul Kayes 43 Junaid Siddiqiue 32) Anderson is back on now, bowling some absolute rubbish to a pre-determined plan. He fires down four short straight balls in a row, and eventually Siddique gets bored of ducking underneath them and slashes a boundary away to third man. So Anderson imaginatively decides to try another bouncer, and Siddique duly ducks underneath it. The final ball is - you'll never guess - another bouncer, which Siddique hooks straight into Ian Bell's body at short leg. 33rd over: Bangladesh 134-1 (Imrul Kayes 43 Junaid Siddiqiue 32) "Boycott is the Eeyore of cricket because he could never rely on his tail," quips Ian Copestake with a light-hearted wit and exuberance entirely absent from today's cricket. Oh look! A wicket! WICKET! Kayes 43 b Finn c Strauss (Bangladesh 134-2) Kayes, who had retreated into near-strokelessness for the last 30 minutes or so, tries to uppercut a bouncer (!) from Finn over the slips but succeeds only in chipping it neatly to Andrew Strauss at first slip. A wicket maiden for Finn, who is finally bowling from his preferred end. The new batsman is Ja Rule. 34th over: Bangladesh 138-2 (Siddique 35 Jahurul 1) Cries of 'catchit!' puncture the torpid afternoon air as Siddique feathers an edge down the leg-side. Prior fluffs his lines and the ball topples to turf while he rolls athletically off, head over heels, towards leg slip. Siddique screwballs a loose drive up and over the off-side, the ball curving through the air towards third man, and Ja Rule then gets his first run. 35th over: Bangladesh 138-2 (Siddique 35 Jahurul 1) Scott Murray, who has just finished doing the live tennis has just sat down alongside me with a packet of peanuts, which he has torn open and is now steadily chewing his way through, filling the immediate vicinity with that lovely fresh-ground peanut odour. He doesn't know I'm typing about him. He doesn't know that I want a peanut. I really want a peanut. Give me a peanut Murray. Give me a peanut. Will he offer me one? Is he polite enough to pass the bag in my direction? Is he heck. He's just going to sit there munching them himself. Greedy swine. I don't believe it. He's finished them. The bugger. He's just scrunched up the packet and tossed it on the desk. Hasn't even so much as glanced in this direction. Now he is brushing the salt from his hands and wondering off. Right, I owe you one Murray. This will not be forgotten. 36th over: Bangladesh 142-2 (Siddique 37 Jahurul 3) England's over rate is slower than tectonic creep. Do they not realise I have a train to catch? Anderson is still firing down pointless bouncers, which the batsmen are ducking under. And that, sweet mercy, is drinks. 37th over: Bangladesh 146-2 (Siddique 37 Jahurul 7) Finn pings a short ball into Jahurul's back, but the batsman has his revenge, when Finn pitches the next delivery up he cracks a cover drive away for four. England seem to have given up on the idea of bowling a length and looking for the edge and are now either banging it in short or pushing it up towards the batsmen's toes. 38th over: Bangladesh 146-2 (Siddique 37 Jahurul 7) At last Graeme Swann comes into the attack, which will up this funereal over rate. All credit to Bangladesh by the way, they have batted very well so far this afternoon. What's irked is that the better Bangladesh have batted, the weaker England's thinking has become. They seem to have reverted to some pre-arranged plans rather than applying any nous themselves. Swann starts with a maiden. "Alternatively you could have just asked him for a peanut," says Mark Quinn. That would be too much like normal human interaction, Mark, and we don't really do that here on the sports desk. Least of all on Fridays. 39th over: Bangladesh 147-2 (Siddique 37 Jahurul 8) Three slips and two gullies in place. And much good they do too, as Siddique shoulders arms to three balls in succession. 40th over: Bangladesh 147-2 (Siddique 37 Jahurul 8) Swann delivers a second straight maiden. A cunning ploy this by Bangladesh, who seem to have opted to neuter England's best bowler by steadfastly refusing to do anything other than other forward defensives at everything he sends their way. 41st over: Bangladesh 148-2 (Siddique 37 Jahurul 8) Vic Marks' blog has landed if you want to go and have a gander. There was just a solitary leg-bye from Finn's latest over. 42nd over: Bangladesh 154-2 (Siddique 41 Jahurul 10) Siddique slaps four through cover with a square drive as Swann's line drifts wider of the stumps. Here's B Dean "Still at work = bad thing. TMS on wireless = Good thing. The game being described = bad thing. Is the bowling as anodyne as it sounds?" Yes. Yes it is. "Surely a five-man attack is required. I agree with Mark Smith earlier, there should be enough runs from Swann, Bresnan and Broad? Even Anderson has improved a bit. But then who to drop? Presumably it'll be between Colly/Bell/Morgan?" 43rd over: Bangladesh 154-2 (Siddique 41 Jahurul 10) Bresnan is back into the attack. He has had a poor day today with the ball, his 11 overs so far costing 60. Strauss gives him three slips and a gully, and then watches as he procedes to pepper Jahurul with short stuff. Finn on the other hand, has been England's best bowler, his last spell of eight overs costing just 23 runs and bringing him the wicket of Kayes. 44th over: Bangladesh 155-2 (Siddique 42 Jahurul 10) The afternoon ends as it began - with bad punnery: "I'd dearly love to see Finn get four more wickets. If a Bangladeshi gets his name on the honours board at Lord's, surely a Finn should too... Plus, it would really help England." That from Sara 'we Finns must stick together' Torvalds, writing from Karis, Finland. Just in case you hadn't got the joke. That email is more than enough reason, I feel, to compose an all time greatest Scandanvian XI: Amjad Khan. Ole Mortensen. Err, that's it. 45th over: Bangladesh 156-2 (Siddique 43 Jahurul 10) Five dot balls from Bresnan as Siddique settles into a late-afternoon groove of playing for the close. He contents himself with a single from the sixth ball. 46th over: Bangladesh 156-2 (Siddique 43 Jahurul 10) Swann finishes his seventh over, and his fourth maiden. So far he has given up just seven runs. 47th over: Bangladesh 157-2 (Siddique 43 Jahurul 10) Siddique, who has scored 12 runs from his last fifty deliveries, drops a short ball from Bresnan down to the leg side and scampers down the wicket for a single. "I'm sure you've had plenty of hassle from your Scandanavian audience listing names for your Scania XI," says Ian Copestake, "But don't forget Danish Kaneria." Copestake, you're in majestic touch today. 48th over: Bangladesh 166-2 (Siddique 52 Jahurul 11) Swann rips a vicious off break past Siddique's outside edge, but for some unfathomable reason the fact that he has just been beaten all ends up prompts Siddique to start hitting out all of a sudden. He forces four away square to the off side, and then adds four more to mid-wicket. That brings up his fifty, from 92 balls. Well played that man. 49th over: Bangladesh 168-2 (Siddique 53 Jahurul 12) The batsmen swap singles from another underwhelming over from Bresnan. 50th over: Bangladesh 168-2 (Siddique 53 Jahurul 12) Yet another maiden over from Swann, this time delivered from around the wicket. He did lure Siddique into playing and missing at one point, but that was as close to a glimmer of hope as England got. "I imagine sub-eds everywhere are praying for Finn to take wickets," sub-eds, Phil Sawyer, and OBO writers looking to take Monday off work, "If he takes a couple more before close of play 'Can Steve Finnish them off tomorrow?' Unlike Ian Copestake, I am not in majestic touch today." 51st over: Bangladesh 168-2 (Siddique 53 Jahurul 12) Jimmy Anderson comes back for a final crack before stumps. Jahurul is utterly untempted by any of Anderson's six offerings, and leaves everything alone to complete the 12th maiden of the innings. 52nd over: Bangladesh 168-2 (Siddique 53 Jahurul 12) Yet another maiden. This has been Bangladesh's day by a distance. 53rd over: Bangladesh 172-2 (Siddique 53 Jahurul 16) Right. Last one. Then I am bolting for London Paddington. Six balls. Jahurul squeezes four streaky runs away behind the wicket from the first of them. "I'd have thought the question at the moment is not whether England's bowlers can Finnish Bangladesh off, but whether they are just Swanning around." And with a quick doff of the hat to Robin Hazlehurst for providing us with such a fine finish I'll tell you all that the following five deliveries are dot balls, and that is stumps . So, thanks for your company and emails . Rob will be on OBO duty tomorrow, so he'll have the pleasure of talking you through what happens next. As well as they have batted so far Bangladesh still trail by 333. Cheerio.