Yesterday’s blog finished with my wife arriving at the hospital just as stumps was called on day four. We pick up the following morning…

In a way, this Australia v India series has had many parallels with my wife’s pregnancy, and it is fitting that they are drawing to a close together, both to a possible denouement on Saturday 28th of January.

We often view life through the prism of movies, so let’s see if we can’t do the same for cricket and pay tribute to the 2012 Academy Award nominees announced today.

So, my wife is 39 weeks pregnant.

The book of Revelations famously has the four horsemen of the apocalypse, but on day one of the third test, Australia unleashed its own version - the four pacemen of the WACocalypse.

With so much drama, excitement and theatre on the first three days, a sense of inevitability about the result going into the fourth, and so many topics already covered, what was there going to be to write about today I wondered

It was a remarkable sight, being surrounded by a sea of pink

There’s only one Ricky Ponting, and over lunch the crowd were whipping themselves into a frenzy.

Being a proud born-and-raised Victorian growing up in the working-class suburb of Dandenong, I am naturally engineered to view everything concerning NSW and the pretentiousness of Sydney with an arrogant disdain bordering on hatred.

Two sorts of glorious greeted us today – a sunny Melbourne morning, and the uncertainty of sport.