Okay, so Australia's start the day 9 for 123 in the first innings.

They end up winning the game by eight wickets.

I am so confused about what's happened.

Ben Stokes in the press said that he was a bit shell-shocked.

If you watch that in the stadium, if you watch that from your couch,

if you watch that on a train somewhere, if you're listening to it in the car, going somewhere else,

you would just be shell-shocked because it is, it's just one of the most extraordinary days of cricket I've ever seen.

And I'm not sure I say that positively, if I'm honest.

Travis Head's innings is one of the best I've ever seen with my own eyes, as opposed to other

people's eyes, which is a problem I had a while ago.

I don't even know where to begin to process what's just happened, and we're going to try.

I'm inclined, I suppose, to be ugly, nasty, thuggish Australian and be patriotic and say, you know,

5'0 fuck off, etc.

Except, I don't think I just even watch the game of cricket.

And I quite clearly am struggling for words.

And let's hope that this record fucks up as well and we just do it later.

So then maybe more time will pass and I'll figure it out.

But here we are outside Perth Stadium, Pezza, and I am at a loss.

I'll do it.

I'll do it if you want.

I wasn't your father yesterday because Travis Head is your father.

He's my father.

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