The Ashes are not yet over, but Bazball most emphatically is. It died, to all intents and purposes, with Ben Stokes' shockingly frank admission after another crushing defeat, that his team of mindset-driven genre-benders have been found wanting in the heat of a battle that their entire ethos had been geared towards.
Specifically, it received its terminal diagnosis under the floodlights on the third evening at the Gabba. England's display up to that point had been deeply flawed, not unlike so many other Tests of the Bazball era, but this abject passage of play - six wickets in a session, when the daylight resumption promised a flat deck and rich rewards for any batter who could apply themselves - was its point of no return.
Theologists have spent thousands of years examining belief systems, watching their rise and fall, and who rightly knows what gives some concepts more stickability than others. England don't even acknowledge that their curious but compelling cult is actually a thing, let alone that it has a universally recognised name.
But fundamentally, if you believe that there is belief within a system, then there is belief. Cogito Bazball sum, as it were. Right now, there is no sense that England believe in their methods any more. Ergo, the entire philosophy crumbles, or worse. A fiery demise always seemed a plausible endgame.
And with it goes every remaining defence of the preparations that went into England's tour. The cosiness, the togetherness, the lackadaisical attitude to warm-up matches … all of it could be justified by the knowledge that this team, with full-bore mental focus, could be capable of truly extraordinary deeds: specifically of going where their timid, samey forebears could not, and pulling off a series win in Australia for the first time in four dismal visits.
That's not to say, however, that the series has yet been surrendered. Not after a contest in which Stokes and Joe Root were England's two stand-out performers, it hasn't.
But the circumstances for this team could not be more different from their last 2-0 deficit in an Ashes campaign, at the very height of Bazball in the summer of 2023. Back then, their surety of purpose was intoxicating - nauseating, even, to Australians who still grumble about the pursuit of moral victories - but there was simply nothing that could penetrate their firewall of self-affirmation, not even (at that heady stage of the cycle, at least…) defeat itself.
Now, however, if England are to win from here, it can only be through a reversion to type: through a reliance on the sort of miracle-working that Bazball was designed to do away with, with the greats in England's midst driving every step of the agenda, and with the rank and file falling into lock-step to meet their needs, as Will Jacks did so gamely in the opening session of Brisbane's final day.
While that seventh-wicket stand was stretching into its fourth hour, we could have been thrust back into the guts of any given show of English resistance from yesteryear: Graeme Hick and Graham Thorpe batting through to the close at the Gabba in 1994-95, for instance, or Paul Collingwood and Kevin Pietersen compiling a similar stand on the same stage 12 years later. Resistance was futile then, as it is likely to be now, as England find themselves hauled back to the standard rules of Ashes engagement, after a three-and-a-half year experiment that is already being derided down under as an absurd flight of fancy.
Despite all the I-told-you-sos around England's under-taxing preparations, there's not a lot of point in being wise after the event. This was their plan, and they were entitled to stick to it, but only on the assumption that the players were still responding to such a permissive environment. To cut Brendon McCullum some slack, that was more or less the point he was trying to make in his post-match comments: that, in the wake of the Perth defeat, England's sudden switch from calm visualisation to hyper-intensive net sessions was a factor in their subsequent mental fraughtness. Unfortunately, in the circumstances that have just played out, such a takeaway sounds delusional.
Far more revealing was Stokes's own declaration, that "Australia is not for weak men, and a dressing-room that I am captain of is not a place for weak men either". He might as well have been priming any number of his team-mates (and Ollie Pope in particular) for their collective launching beneath the bus. But moreover, he was reframing the debate so far as the rest of this campaign must pan out. The kid gloves are off now. Crisis has engulfed this tour, just as it did each the three previous Ashes trips that span Root's and Stokes' careers. They've never yet found so much as an emergency exit, but those players at the very least already recognise that this is not a drill.
There'll be time enough for affectionate remembrance of Bazball when its ashes have been cremated (through hours of toil in the field) over the coming three Tests. But for now, it's worth recalling Stokes' sentiments, in the calm before the storm at the start of 2023, when the team was riding high on nine wins out of ten, and long before its subsequent stack of missed opportunities (P33 W16 L15 since) had begun to chip away at its foundations.
"I'm at a stage now where I would much prefer to leave a mark on other people's careers than look to make mine more established," Stokes told reporters on the eve of England's last pink-ball Test, against New Zealand in Mount Maunganui. "That's one of my goals as England captain: to hopefully let some of these guys in the dressing room here just have an amazing career and if I can influence that in any way shape or form then I'll be happy."
It sounds positively Kumbaya, compared to his latest growl from the trenches. By ceding some of his main character energy - with Root, in spite of some acknowledged struggles, doing likewise - Stokes knew he had the means to make the collective stronger, and guard himself against the burnout that almost ended his career four years ago. There is absolutely no doubt that he achieved his aim, for as long as the vibe endured.
And yet, England really hadn't bargained for the collateral that they've picked up along the journey. Their failure to win any five-Test series since 2018 is deeply galling, but if Old Trafford 2023 stands out as the great what-if of Bazball's first iteration, then their loss to India at The Oval last summer will probably come to be regarded as the moment that crushed the concept once and for all.
At the time, and in keeping with so many of this regime's ickier elements, the shattering nature of England's six-run defeat was initially lost in the "isn't-Test-cricket-great?" narrative. And while images of Chris Woakes' shoulder-in-a-sling heroism abounded, rather less was made of, say, Jamie Smith's terrible slog off his third ball of that final day, or Gus Atkinson's inability to grind his team over the line.
Even Harry Brook's bat-flinging departure attracted less eyebrow-raising than it might have done, thanks to the magnificent century that preceded it. You can't have the one without the other, was the takeaway he brought down under with him, en route to a truly rank dismissal in England's first innings at Brisbane for which Australia's tail went out of their way to shame him two days later.
And as for Pope, the vulnerability that has stalked him all year long - from Jacob Bethell's competing claims to the loss of the vice-captaincy - confirms a fact about the Bazball mindset that hasn't been fully acknowledged since England's first attempts to "reset" the approach after their 4-1 loss in India. Bubbles pop when you poke holes in them. The doubts had flooded into the environment months ago - including, in all likelihood, from the white-ball set-up that McCullum took over (to deeply unspectacular effect) before the Champions Trophy in January.
The sadness for Stokes in particular is that he has been conditioning his team to walk this tightrope throughout these three-and-a-half years. They've run towards the danger, they've explored their line and taken it "too far", all with half an eye on a challenge that he, as captain, was willing to risk losing in order to win.
Stokes will not get another shot at repairing his legacy in the country that has so defined his career. After two ill-balanced steps, his team's challenge is already plunging towards the abyss. England need miracles from hereon in. But when you're all out of faith, that's easier said than done.