Australians pray for rain

What the hell is going on? I feel like I've slipped into a parallel universe. In the real one, Australia are 250-1, cruising towards 600, with Warne licking his lips and laughing at Merlyn. I thought that England had scored enough in their first innings up at Edgbaston, but I didn't think so today. I thought that Flintoff had thrown it away. The wicket at Old Trafford looked like such a good one, with enough bounce to make Australian batsmen feel at home. I imagine that those batsmen are feeling pretty uncomfortable right now.
As I pointed out in my last post, they could claim to form the strongest ever batting unit. So what went wrong? Well, they've been out of form for a while now. Gilchrist has been bailing them out. I thought that he was about to do so again today, especially after he was dropped twice in an over. My own mental scars were opening up. But then in ran Simon Jones to dismiss those big ears with the first ball of his second spell, and suddenly the commentators were starting to talk about the possibility of England enforcing the follow on. It's a bit surreal.
Where did Jones and Flintoff learn to bowl like that? I guess that Darren Gough may have instructed them in the art of reverse swing, but he was never quite so good at it. The way Flintoff dismissed Katich was brilliant. Can there be any greater humiliation for a batsman than having his stump knocked out by a ball which he has left alone? How about being bamboozled by the King of Spain? At this rate, the King is in danger of losing his "a".