8.6 driven back down the pitch, on the bounce to Anderson 75

5.4 gone! There's the breakthrough for New Zealand as Mustard drives to drive but doesn't commit himself to going over the top. Daniel Vettori plucks out a neat, low catch at mid-off to end a rapid, but brief, opening stand. 41/1

5.5 well, well, it's all happened here! Two wickets in two balls as Brendon McCullum pulls off a blinding catch...Ian Bell shaped to leave his first ball, but as he withdrew his bat it caught the toe end and flew to the right of McCullum. The keeper flung himself to his right and brings off a blinder in front of first slip and sets off in celebration 41/2

16.3 gone! Full and straight, and that's stone-dead as Pietersen shuffles across his crease in that now-habitual manner. Boos around the ground as England's finest falls without addition, and now his side are in some bother 90/3

16.4 oh dear, that's just village from England! Collingwood squirts an edgy single through backward point, but ridiculously, he decides to turn it into a tight two, even though he had to jink round the bowler in his followthrough. Oram's throw is fast and flat, and Asad Rauf doesn't even call for the replay! 91/4

18.4 what a delivery! A fantastic offcutter, quicker pace and bit of nip off the seam, through a yawning gate and into the top of off stump. Three wickets in 14 balls, and England are collapsing in a hurry now 97/5

30.5 full toss, and a sad end to a rather sad innings. It was waist-height and he could have put that anywhere, but instead he found Jesse Ryder lurking at deep midwicket. It's been another difficult day at the office for Bopara 142/8

27.4 quicker, wider, and a slashing cut flies straight to McCullum! There goes another 126/7

35.1 a bit of width, a bigger hoon into the deep, and Mills at extra cover makes good ground to his left to cling onto a fine diving catch 158/10

33.4 more comedy running, and there's the hat-trick of run-outs. It was almost a lobbed catch to Scott Styris at short third man, but instead it was a simple pot-shot, who hit the stumps from the edge of the ring. Woeful, I'm afraid 151/9