So here we are at a hushed, expectant Lords - my word, you could cut the tension with a knife! - as Heyhoe-Flint turns at the Pavilion End and begins her run-up. Local hero and surprise selection Corbyn - in his first ever Test match - is still at the crease after an unexpectedly sparkling 99 and needs just the one run off the last ball of the match and with one wicket remaining for both his century and victory in the Series, having turned the whole game around after Abbott's golden duck and the collapse of the top order ...
... he composes himself and crouches now, eyes fixed, as Heyhoe-Flint passes the umpire, arrives at the crease ....
... and sends down an awful, medium-pace long-hop!
... BUT OH MY GOODNESS! CORBYN HAS HIT HIS OWN STUMPS AND ... YES, HE'S ON HIS WAY!
... BUT OH MY GOODNESS! CORBYN HAS HIT HIS OWN STUMPS AND ... YES, HE'S ON HIS WAY!
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