My last post was written at the end of an extraordinary day's cricket. This is written at the end of an extraordinary game. Each day seemed more dramatic and exciting than the day before and today it reached a climax. And England won!!! But only just. From an impregnable position when play began this morning I was convinced we had lost moments before the end. Then somehow we won. It was quite extraordinary. I was listening to the commentary on Radio 4 as Cath, I and my team-mate Tom drove out to play some cricket of our own. Driving somewhere while listening to Test Match Special is one of life's greatest joys I think. But not today. My stomach had been twisted into the tightest of knots and as Australia got to within 10 runs of what would have been the most incredible victory I was barely holding back the tears! Then as the fateful ball was bowled we passed under a bridge! All we heard in the car was "He's edged it..." before the reception was lost. We seemed to be in a blur of radio static for an eternity. Then the signal returned and there was just noise. What had happened? Then the words I couldn't believe "England have won!". We roared, the car swerved, but we basically kept it together. England won by 2 runs - the narrowest margin in Ashes history (a mere 128 years!). Australia were amazing - true champions who never gave up and got closer than anyone could have imagined. But somehow we held our nerve and Jones held the crucial catch. Bring on the Third Test!