Stoinis to Cutting, FOUR, oh my, my, my. Cutting for a change picks out deep mid-wicket with his pull, but Maddinson out there misfields, badly so. Not just the wheels, the entire vehicle is falling apart here

Stoinis to Cutting, SIX, more of the sitters. Cutting stays up, pulling it off the front foot in fact, flat, without even bothering to keep it down - over mid-wicket

Stoinis to Cutting, wide, the angry bumper, too high, perhaps down leg as well with Cutting swaying out

Stoinis to Cutting, SIX, oh every single bit of the middle in this one. 94 meters. Sitting under the length, waiting and then swinging hard and big into the night sky to plunder it into cow corner

Stoinis to Bryant, 1 run, 115kph, slower cutter again, but off a back of a length. Tucked away softly behind square

Stoinis to Bryant, SIX, slower cutter, but way too full. Bryant gives himself some room, throws the kitchen sink at it in smashing the full-blooded slap into the sightscreen

Stoinis to Bryant, no run, hard back of a length, a steery defence to point