Liam Bowe to Burns, no run, plants the front leg across and flicks all around. On the pads

Liam Bowe to Chris Lynn, 1 run, a polite straight bat to punch it down the ground

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, out Caught by Quiney!! And finally. The Bash bros have been separated. Shows some heart does Bowe in tossing it up, was the googly too. Makes Baz reach out and he cannot keep himself to anything but a powerful smack. Ends up with the bat handle rolling in his palms and slices it down long-off's throat. It's a show. Brendon McCullum c Quiney b Liam Bowe 61(30) [4s-7 6s-3]

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, FOUR, the anxious length. Half-tracker, down leg and Baz pulls it away, into the vacant region behind square

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, FOUR, skips, and Bowe responds with a wide tease. McCullum adjusts while in motion to smash it down

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, SIX, in style. Keep him in your squad, CSK. A straight slog sweep, so damn easy. Flat, and into the stands. It's a fifty too

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, no run, nicely disguised. Baz tries playing for the spin, just that there isn't much. Defence it is

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, no run, comes down again, the length isn't there, neither is the width. Can only keep it out

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, FOUR, he's in a hurry. A couple of balls of uncertainity and he breaks it by dancing down, and doing what he does. Slicing it through extra cover

Liam Bowe to Chris Lynn, 1 run, the wrong 'un. Slapped to sweeper

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, 1 run, too straight, turned away round the corner

Liam Bowe to Brendon McCullum, no run, spinning in from middle. Baz stoops low, flicking all around it