Angled into Gayle who blocks
England vs West Indies, 1st Test at London, May 17 2007 - Ball by Ball Commentary
5.50pm The umpires are out in the middle, light meters agogo. They're pondering, and pondering some more - and they've shaken hands, so the game is officially a draw.
"That nonsense was utterly pointless and makes cricket look daft," chunters a colleague.
Alastair Cook is man of the match, well done him.
Thanks so much for bearing with us, as we bore with them, and do rejoin us on Friday for the second Test at Headingley.
Meanwhile, please do tune in to find out how Ireland are going in their defence of the Intercontinental Cup against Canada at Leicester (or head down if you can).
5.40pm We're still here, are you? It's still murky, but they've not yet called play off.
5.00pm It seems the ECB has given up too - they're already looking ahead to the next Test (who isn't, though?), alerting us to the fact that the side for Headingley this Friday will be announced tomorrow.
4.50pm As Simon Barnes has just put it: "In the immortal words of Stalky and Co, this is piffling, let's go and shoot bunnies."
Craig Poppett has just pedanted in to point out Matt Hayden is the holder of the fastest century in World Cups. We know that, Craig, but that doesn't alter the fact that Davison has held the record in the past, nor that he is brilliantly entertaining to watch.
4.40pm Just had a word with a nice chap at Grace Road who tells me that the Cup Final is free entry. Free entry! To continue the theme over the last few days of what represents good sporting event value, then I reckon getting to see the Pakistan-destroying Ireland team and Canada's John Davison, he of the fastest-World-Cup-century, for free is jolly good value indeed. So if you're in Leicester tomorrow, or for the rest of the week, then get yourselves down there.
4.35pm It may be bleak at Lord's, but tomorrow in Leicester there's a final on. If you can get to Grace Road, do, for the Intercontinental Cup final between Ireland and Canada. We'll be there to swell the crowds, and the forecast's good so we hope there's an icecream man there.
4.30pm As the day goes downhill, so does our songfest. Now Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights gets a savaging. "Straussy, it's me, it's KP, I want to bowl, I'm so cold, just standing in the outfield, so cold, Straussy, it's me, it's KP I want to go home, I want to bowl to my buddy Chris Gayle, otherwise I am heading inside for my ale." Dear me, Herschel Gutman.
4.25pm Hello everyone, Martin's had enough for the day, so you're back with me, Jenny. May I say how lovely my flowers were, I suspect Martin's jealous. "Am I too late with the classic "Relight my Prior"?" wonders Mark Barrow. No...
4.15pm The umpires now decide that the light has got worse and so again we go through the pantomime of head shaking and light-meter reading. Time for a Test match mercy killing. Everyone heads off and there seems little chance of them coming back on. It's grim and, to be honest, there's nothing to play for other than personal statistics.
Plunkett round the wicket.
Gayle back but doesn't time another attempted heave through mid-off
That's the issue with the speed gun. That was as quick as most 80mph+ balls from Plunkett but because it pitched shorter it registered at 71mph.
short, so much so that's it's over Gayle's head
Gayle back and aims to pull high and hard, it's not timed and the ball comes off the top edge and arcs some way over Shah hurrying back at mid-off
short outside off, Gayle leans back and helps it on its way over the slips and it's a one-bounce four over wide third man
Gayle upright and into line to block
TV cameras show that it's darker now than when the umpires took the players off on the first day.
tossed up but too full, Ganga drove that with real power through a small gap between extra cover and mid-off
more solid defence
defensively pushed past silly point, along the ground despite the theatrical dive
flighted a bit more, careful defence from Ganga
blocked, Prior yelps as if he has been stung
turned into the on side to the man in the deep
With his minimal footwork that's the delivery he needs to probing away with.
his best ball of the day, angled across Gayle and leaving him, he had to play and it beat the edge - 87mph
and for variety Plunkett digs one in, this time Gayle does hook and Panesar hurtles round from long leg to make a diving stop on the soggy outfield
another bouncer, once again too short, and Gayle hardly has to twitch to avoid it
dug in, too short and Gayle ducks
Gayle shapes to hook but doesn't get hold of it and it loops up safely on the leg side via thigh
half-volley effortlessly driven straight back past Plunkett and into the pavilion. Minimal aggression, maximum result
Jenny has just has flowers delivered. They are petrol-station quality but she's cooing like a dove in a bed of Trill.
floated up and defended
Remorseless chatter from Prior. Almost makes you pine for Nixon
too full, driven to mid-on