County Championship 2025. Division 1. Somerset v Durham. 22^nd and 23^rd July. Taunton.

Somerset. T. Kohler-Cadmore, J.H. Davey, T.A. Lammonby, J.E.K. Rew (w), T.B. Abell, T. Banton, A.M. Vaughan, L. Gregory (c), C. Overton, M.J. Leach, J.T. Ball.

Durham. A.Z. Lees (c), E.N. Gay, C.N. Ackermann, D.G. Bedingham, O.G. Robinson (w), G. Clark, B.A. Raine, G.S. Drissell, M.J. Potts, N. Wagner, C.F. Parkinson.

Toss. Somerset elected to field.

First day – Overton and Lammonby – two artists ply their trade

From the top of the Trescothick Pavilion, the pitch looked green, the sky looked grey, and the fields of the Quantocks looked brown. The Taunton outfield, protected from the ravages of an endless hot summer by attentive ground staff, must, from one of the light aircraft that occasionally fly over the ground, have looked like an emerald-coloured oasis in comparison with the apparently dead, straw-coloured fields of the hills beyond. And then, with the match ready to begin, a bolt of reality. The start was delayed for half an hour by an unseasonal, in 2025 at least, burst of rain. Then, when the umpires were finally about to make their appearance, someone behind me said, “That pitch looks very green. This will be over in two days.” A brave prediction before the start of a match, especially given the history of green-looking pitches at Taunton levelling out and taking matches to the end of the fourth day. As to the pitch in front of us, it was set well over to the Somerset Stand, the sight screen sheeting reaching to the end of the Lord Ian Botham Stand adjacent to the Hildreth Stand and two thirds of the outfield standing between the pitch and the Priory Bridge Road boundary. In the days when spectators could sit square of the wicket in the Somerset Stand for Championship matches, if you sat in the front row when the wicket was set that far over, you could hear some of the conversation in the middle.

That Somerset elected to field when they won the toss was not a surprise given the green below and the grey above. My usual anxiety about inserting the opposition was soon overcome however by a bowling spell from the world of dreams. It came either side of an early lunch from Craig Overton bowling from his preferred Trescothick Pavilion End. An apparently confident start from the Durham openers, the left-handers, Alex Lees and Emilio Gay was soon being marked by harbingers of what was to come. Both suffered beaten bats, two beaten so comprehensively by Overton that they brought audible gasps from the crowd, and one beaten through an expansive drive from Lees which would not have been out of place in the previous month’s T20 Vitality Blast. Perhaps part of Lees’ head was still there. In response, Lees and Gay took 11 from an over from Josh Davey, including a boundary apiece, both driven emphatically through the covers. Davey had his moments too, finding the inside edge of Lees’ bat, and twice going past the edge of Gay’s bat. It was a start to hold the attention.

Eventually, through the sheer persistence of Overton’s attack, Gay’s defensive bat edged low to Lewis Gregory’s right at second slip. Gregory reached down and scooped the catch as if it were predestined. “It was going to come, so many near misses,” the opinion of the man behind. It was a perfectly directed ball, bowled from over the wicket, across but close to the left-handed Gay with perhaps a hint, no more, of movement away off the seam. Durham 26 for 1. Gay 10. There was still an excited buzz in the air when Overton’s next ball pitched a foot wide of Colin Ackermann’s off stump. The right-hander was drawn to defend it and edged straight to Tom Kohler-Cadmore’s midriff at first slip. It was a ball Tom Lammonby would probably have left. “It really is nibbling about,” said the man behind me, although a replay suggests no movement from the ball that defeated Ackermann. Durham 26 for 2. Overton on a hat trick. The hat trick ball, an over later, by then always something of an anti-climax, for the immediate anticipation has dissipated, was played innocuously into the leg side.

With the ground buzzing after Overton’s two wickets, David Bedingham, facing Gregory, also tried to play a ball pitched a foot outside off stump. It may have cut in a trace, but no more. Bedingham’s bat was like a moth drawn to a flame, or perhaps he expected the ball to cut in more. Whatever, he edged to James Rew who took a straightforward catch. Durham 33 for 3. Bedingham 1. As the Somerset players were consumed in a congratulatory huddle, through the animated jumble of chatter in the top of the Trescothick Pavilion came the comment, “Outside off stump. Didn’t need to play it.” When Ollie Robinson opened the face to Gregory’s next ball, applause erupted again. Jake Ball, at backward point, had dived brilliantly to cut off a ball which seemed destined for the Ondaatje boundary. Thirty-three for three was beyond expectation and the ground was alive, Somerset’s team and crowd seemingly as one in pursuit of the Durham batting.

And then, a communal sigh broke out. Overton had dropped a catch. Overton! Disbelief. Overton drops catches so rarely that when he does it is one of those occasions where, for an instant, the mind refuses to believe what the eye has seen and runs and re-runs the image until there is no alternative but to accept it. And on this occasion, accept it, it had to. Robinson had edged Gregory low to slip, and Overton really had dropped the catch. Then, two balls later, with Durham in disarray, the Somerset bowlers all over the batters and with the thought that Durham might have been four down still hanging in the air, the rain returned. An early lunch followed with the score still at 33 for 3, and Durham had, for the moment, slipped the hook.

As I undertook my lunchtime circumnavigation, the disappointment at Overton’s drop soon dissipated. Three down was an excellent return from nine overs, and no one was prepared to fault Overton. He had caught too many astonishing catches over the years and dropped next to none. As to the weather, although the sky gave mixed signals, it was soon clear that the general trend was towards improvement. Ultimately, only eight overs were lost. When the players returned, I was, no surprise, still chatting intently by the covers store with three or four other Somerset supporters. As we talked, through the wide-mesh barriers which stood between the St James Street car park and the covers, Overton could be seen running in as if the break had never been. For the second time, he brought the ground alive with two wickets in two balls. Robinson had to play a straight ball directed at off stump and edged it to Rew. “He’s got the one he dropped,” the observation, said as if justice had been served. Durham 34 for 4, Robinson 0, and the cheers of the now near 1,500 crowd were rising by the wicket. When Overton pitched the next ball, again essentially straight, nearly a foot outside off stump, Graham Clark, like Ackermann and Bedingham before him, reached and edged the ball, this time straight to Tom Abell at third slip. Now the roar was deafening as the Somerset players engulfed Abell and Overton in another animated huddle. Overton’s bowling was beyond dreams. Durham 34 for 5. Clark 0. Overton four, and again on a hat trick.

The hat trick ball, bowled in silence to the left-handed Ben Raine, cut in but passed between bat and thigh. Then, another heart stopping moment. Overton fizzed a ball past the bat into Rew’s waiting gloves. I didn’t notice which batter. It didn’t seem to matter, so dominant was Overton. He and the slip cordon exploded into an overwhelming appeal, and the crowd began to cheer. Then silence as it seemed every pair of eyes in the ground focused on the umpire. Neither the appeal nor three thousand eyes made any difference. The umpire was unmoved. “Everyone in the ground, except the umpire, thought that was out,” the comment. Perhaps the benefit of the doubt. What was beyond doubt however, was that Overton really was bowling like a dream. The mere sight of him powering in, gliding along, leaning slightly forward, whipping his arm over at the perpendicular, hitting the spot again and again, gave a lift to Somerset watchers in itself.

And yet, throughout the mayhem created among the Durham batters by Overton’s stunning performance, Lees, having opened the innings, had remained at the crease, if not immune to his bat being beaten, immune at least to the ball finding the edge. He had five boundaries to his name, three driven off the middle and two middled off T20esque uppercuts. But, in the end, even he had to give way to Overton. He tried to pull a ball angled across him and sent it steepling to the heavens. Overton, with plenty of time to edge his way to short midwicket, calmly took the plummeting ball. Durham 43 for 6. Lees 27. The ground in uproar. The cheers ear splitting. Overton 7-2-16-5. It had been an astonishing performance with no more apparent movement off the seam than might be expected from a first-day green pitch and little in the air. And, as if to celebrate, the sun finally made a proper appearance, and I returned to my seat with Durham having reached 53 for 6.

Then, with Somerset on the cusp of wrapping up the Durham innings, the Durham bowlers, bats in hand, staged a fighting riposte. It nearly didn’t happen. Soon after I sat down, with three slips in place, Raine edged Gregory at catchable height, wide of the third slip. “Fourth slip would have had it,” the comment which accompanied the gasps. But fielders cannot be everywhere and before the over was out, two firmly struck on drives crossed the Colin Atkinson Pavilion boundary and 16 runs had come from the over. Durham 69 for 6. But Overton was not finished. Bowling the eighth over of his spell, from over the wicket, he bowled straight down the line of the pitch, the ball pitched eighteen inches wide of off stump, did not deviate, but Drissell, like those before him, reached for the drive. Again too far. The ball popped towards Tom Banton at mid-off. Banton dived full length towards the oncoming ball and scooped up the catch. It looked easy enough, but diving towards an oncoming ball is not as easy as it looks. 71 for 7. Drissell 4.

As the over ended, Overton had figures of 8-2-17-6, and as the applause echoed around the ground one voice spoke for everyone, “Well bowled, Craig!” The wickets had come primarily through Overton repeatedly drawing the batters into playing balls pitched too wide for the stroke. It was an exceptional piece of accurate, testing seam bowling. Beyond the mechanics of the performance, it was a joy to see Overton powering, almost flowing, up to the bowling crease with such rhythm and intent. No one could have doubted his skill and commitment or, if watching in the Somerset interest, been lifted by it. There is poetry in the rhythm and flow of top pace bowling as well as the hammer of pace and bounce. On this day, in that spell, all those things came together, and the Durham batters, their heads still perhaps partly in the T20 world of the previous month, could not cope.

But for the remainder of the innings, and a good cricket match needs both teams to play hard, the bats of the Durham pace attack built on the work begun by Raine. He and Neil Wagner attacked the bowling at every opportunity, trying to undo some of Overton’s work, while Matthew Potts batted more steadily in support. Before he was out, caught behind off Davey trying to defend against a slightly angled in ball from around the wicket, Raine struck as good a cover drive as you will see to the Ondaatje Stand off Overton’s ninth over, and a straight six of equal calibre off Davey. By the time he departed, he had added 42 runs off 38 balls and taken Durham to 102 for 8.

Now, the left-handed Wagner, trading on his luck, played an innings of untrammelled aggression. His first boundary came off Ball, off the edge through an empty fourth slip to Gimblett’s Hill. “The lack of a fourth slip has cost us,” the comment, although there was some doubt that the ball would have carried. Then, Wagner’s swinging bat found its range and Davey was driven to the boundary four times in an over, three times through the air, all perfectly safely. “Look at Davey’s stats,” the person next to me said as the second drive, a swing over extra cover reached the boundary. At the end of the over, Davey’s ‘stats’ read 7-0-56-1 and Durham’s total had reached 133 for 8. It was not a large score, but it was a far cry form 43 for 6, and in Potts and Raine, Durham had a quality opening attack to try to take advantage of it on a wicket on which Overton had performed so well. With 25 overs gone, the runs were flowing. It brought home the importance of conserving wickets until the Kookaburra ball loses its bite.

As it was, the intervention of Jack Leach and Jake Ball, Ball’s introduction to the attack being delayed by the rain break which extended Overton’s opening spell, brought the late Durham charge to an early end. Ball angled a ball into Wagner who looked tucked up in the stroke as he was beaten by some extra lift. His drive, instead of flying to Gimblett’s Hill popped to Davey at mid-on. Durham 137 for 9. Wagner 24 from 23 balls. Potts, having slog swept Leach over the short Somerset Stand boundary for six, attempted to reverse sweep him and was caught brilliantly by Tom Abell, diving at backward point. It was a stunning catch off a ball which perhaps straightened a trace. Durham 145 all out. Potts 21. Calum Parkinson 0 not out. The resurgence in the Durham innings had taken something of the gloss away for Somerset supporters after Overton’s tremendous onslaught, but 145 was 145 and the mood remained buoyant.

Even so, there was anxiety in the air as the players returned to the field, for the pitch was still very green. I sent a message to an online watcher, “Potts and Raine could be a handful on this,” for Somerset’s four-session defeat of two years previously at Chester-le-Street was still fresh in the memory. It was not long though before anxiety was turning to hope. After a watchful start, Somerset’s new-found, and unlikely, opening partnership of Kohler-Cadmore and Davey was suddenly taking chunks out of the Durham lead at nearly nine runs an over and the playing and missing of the Durham innings were no more. A straight drive off Raine from Kohler-Cadmore to the Lord Ian Botham Stand was straight out of the coaching manual. In the next over, Davey faced the England bowler, Potts, sending the first three balls to the Hildreth Stand, the Somerset Stand, and the Lord Ian Botham Stand, all neatly steered or glanced off the face of the bat. When Raine tried again, Kohler-Cadmore flicked him dismissively over the Somerset Stand boundary for six. Two balls later, a pull landed square in the 11^th row of the stand. The growing applause that had greeted the fours became cheers for the sixes and Somerset were 32 for 0, the last 30 coming from three overs.

That was just the start. When Wagner replaced Raine at the River End, Kohler-Cadmore drove his first three balls square to the Caddick Pavilion boundary. The second went so fast I lost track of it and the third ran straight along the old creases of the, now all used, pitches. It was spectacular stuff. Raine replaced Potts at the Trescothick Pavilion End and Davey hooked his first ball towards the long Caddick Pavilion boundary for three to register the fifty partnership from 43 balls, the first 11 of which were dot balls. Championship cricket on a green pitch. It had been a breathtaking start to the Somerset innings, and it had reduced the Durham lead to two figures with not a wicket fallen.

The buzz in the ground was now electric. It was only slightly defused when Kohler-Cadmore top edged a pull off Wagner who ran down the pitch to take the catch next to Kohler-Cadmore who had not left his crease. Wagner let forth a gargantuan, primeval roar of triumph straight at Kohler-Cadmore as he started to retire towards the Pavilion, perhaps in part as compensation for the battering his bowling had just taken. And with Kohler-Cadmore on his way, tea was taken with Somerset on 62 for 1, Kohler-Cadmore 40 from 30 balls. Somerset’s deficit was now 73. “I would have settled for 62 for 1 at the start of our innings,” the message I sent to the online watcher. “Me too,” the reply.

The evening session began with another of my end-of-circumnavigation impressionistic views of the cricket from the covers store. The first impression was of Wagner repeatedly bowling short at Davey, and of Davey playing him with some aplomb. The second was of some sublime stroke play from Tom Lammonby. One over from Raine particularly held the attention. First, a cut square, played by Lammonby with understated panache to the Priory Bridge Road boundary. Second, the deftest of touches off the middle as he turned the bat delicately towards the leg side with no other movement. The ball nonetheless raced off the face to the Somerset Stand as if it had been stung by a bee. The third was a stroke played to the off with a similar lack of movement and the ball being pulled back moments later a foot inside the long Priory Bridge Road boundary, three runs resulting. And all the while, applause and cheers reverberated around the ground as Somerset closed on the Durham total at six and a half runs an over.

By the time I reached my seat, Somerset were 97 for 1, just 48 runs adrift of Durham with no suggestion of the bowling troubling them. With Somerset still just within range of the top of the Championship the top of the Trescothick Pavilion was bubbling, for Somerset were on the verge of taking control of the match. And then, as someone along from me subsequently put it, there was a sudden change of events. Davey was caught at slip off a good, angled in ball from Potts, a ball that Davey had to play. Somerset 98 for 2. Davey 37 from 47 balls, an indication of the pace at which the Somerset innings had been played. Two balls later, the newly arrived Rew opened the face to Potts as the ball angled across him and played it straight and low to backward point where Drissell took a good catch diving low to his left. Somerset 98 for 3. Rew 0. Deficit 47. An over later and Drissell floated a ball to Abell which ducked and turned. It was Abell’s first ball, and he turned it straight into the hands of the short leg fielder. Somerset 103 for 4. Abell 0. Deficit 42. Anticipation had turned to alarm in the Somerset crowd, for with three wickets for five runs in two overs, the sudden change of events had left Durham with a foot in the door of the match.

What followed was a concentrated two-hour battle for control of the match. Durham’s bowlers harried and probed; Lammonby, exuding class, resisted, pushed and, where opportunity presented itself, attacked while a series of Somerset batters each stayed with him long enough, or added enough runs of their own, to gradually turn things Somerset’s way. Banton, briefly, was the first. In his second over, from Potts, he found the boundary twice, once from a late cut to the Hildreth Stand, the second off the edge, again to the Hildreth Stand, through fourth slip when there were only two. “We’ll take that,” someone said, Fortuitous runs make a difference, at least in how it feels in a low scoring tussle. The next time Banton edged, it was defending against a ball from Drissell which turned, came off the inside edge and was caught at short leg by Clark. Somerset 115 for 5. Banton 10. Deficit 31.

Vaughan now stayed with Lammonby for a crucial seven overs. Crucial because they scored at nearly five runs an over. Vaughan drove his second ball, from Drissell, square to the Caddick Pavilion boundary, but primarily he played within himself, calmly and quickly rotating the strike. He faced only 15 balls of mainly careful pushing and steering for 15 runs in a 45-ball partnership totalling 41 runs. The partnership was crucial too because it regained the edge for Somerset, ending with them on 156 for 6, a lead of 11 with Lammonby looking secure. As Vaughan left, leg before wicket to a ball from Parkinson’s slow left arm which turned just enough to shade past the inside edge, it was a relief to see Gregory walking out. He had become an influential number seven or eight in the Somerset batting order before moving to open the innings earlier in the season. He had proved himself capable of rescuing and steering an innings in trouble, or of pushing home any advantage gained by the top order. Here, Somerset needed to be steered towards a meaningful lead.

With Lammonby looking so impressive, Gregory’s played a supportive role. He really is versatile when batting in the lower middle-order. The scoring slowed a little as he and Lammonby picked their way forward, often single by carefully placed single. They looked as unruffled as the perennially-unruffled Quantocks. It felt anything like unruffled in the stands, for always, at the back of the mind, was the need not to slip further behind the Championship leaders and the knowledge that Somerset would have to bat last on a pitch already showing some signs of turn. At the rate wickets were falling, that might mean batting before the pitch followed its normal course and flattened. In that context, this was another crucial partnership. My notes are full of, ‘pushed to deep cover’, ‘open-faced steer’, ‘push to cover’, ‘push to point’, ‘turned behind square’, all for calmly taken singles as Gregory and Lammonby, right-handed and left-handed, crafted a lead.

On the foundation being built by crafting, they were ever watchful for opportunity. When Drissell delivered a full toss to Lammonby he drove it hard through midwicket to the Priory Bridge Road Stand boundary. When Wagner dropped short outside off stump, Gregory cut him as sharply through cover. And all the while, the singles and the dot balls sustained the tension and the hope, and inched the lead up. The boundaries, when they came, brought applause, and a sigh of relief too. Eventually though, Durham broke through. Gregory was surprised by a short angled-in ball from Wagner that lifted into him. He was forced to jerk back in defence, the ball being reminiscent of Wagner’s younger days and Gregory edged it to short leg. But, with Lammonby, in far from easy batting conditions, he had added another 38 priceless runs, taking Somerset to 194 for 7, extending their lead to 49 and scoring 17 of those himself from 32 balls.

Now Overton joined Lammonby and the process began over again as Somerset continued to build in the face of Durham’s still testing bowling. There were a few more overtly attacking strokes as the lead grew, but this was a match which gripped. That could be gauged from the small number of spectators who had left the ground despite the match being well into the evening session. With Somerset’s lead past fifty, Overton unleashed a pull of tremendous power off Wagner which flew to the long Priory Bridge Road boundary for four. It was a stunning blow and brought a cry of, “Shot!” Parkinson was now bowling his leg spin from the River End and Overton pulled him straight of midwicket to the Somerset Stand boundary. Four more. Eventually though, he too was defeated as he attempted to drive a ball from Drissell which turned just enough to pass inside the bat and bowl him. Lammonby had departed a run before and Somerset were 232 for 9, with Overton 19 from 25 balls. The partnerships of Vaughan, Gregory and Overton with Lammonby had between them added 116 runs and taken Somerset from the loss of four wickets for 17 runs and a deficit of 30 to a lead 87. 

Lammonby’s innings was key. He was at the crease for 36 of the 49 overs of the Somerset innings and scored 89 of the 169 runs scored in those 36 overs. From beginning to end, his innings exuded a sense of calm and controlled scoring whether in singles or in his eight boundaries. He gave no appearance of dominating the scene as perhaps a major innings from Banton might have done, but he applied the surest of hands to the tiller with a lightness of touch that belied his iron grip. As batters at the other end came, survived a while and went, he stayed, playing with his trademark classical correctness and understatement. Many of his scoring strokes, whether for singles or fours, flowed off a barely moving bat. Amidst the tension, cut and thrust of a close, low-scoring match, Lammonby played serenely on, unfazed by the wickets falling around him, an artist calmly plying his trade on a different plane from all around him, Overton’s glorious opening spell apart.

He had begun with those three boundaries off Raine at the beginning of the evening session. From there, he had displayed an intensity of concentration that was almost palpable. Every ball was played on its merits and nothing but its merits. Three boundaries may have come from that over from Raine, but when Potts bowled an over of challenge as intense as Lammonby’s batting, it was played out with calm, unhurried defence. At one point after tea, he went seven overs without scoring a boundary against Potts and Drissell, taking ten runs in ones and twos while Banton and Vaughan took 12 more. But when Parkinson’s slow left arm replaced Potts’ probing pace, he changed gear with the sleight of hand of a magician and drove his second ball firmly through the off side to the covers store for four. A reverse sweep against Drissell followed, perfectly controlled, running along the ground towards the Brian Rose Gates and disappearing under the boundary gates through which the ground staff gain their access to the outfield. That stroke registered his fifty from 52 balls. Many of his strokes had been so understated, his determination so intense, that that statistic barely seemed credible as the announcement was made.

Throughout his innings, Lammonby played strokes all around the wicket. Whether for singles, twos or fours, his square drive would flow off a motionless bat, an open face would send the ball effortlessly through backward point, a perfectly controlled paddle sweep would run towards fine leg, his driving off the back foot into the covers was exquisite, a leaned into on drive would come off the bat apparently without a sound. There were a few errors, but not many. A top edged sweep off Parkinson looped safely and ran to long leg for two, he missed a pull off Wagner altogether, a missed drive and an edged drive off Drissell shortly before he was out ran wide of the slips for three, but there was not much else of note. When he was finally out, it was to another edge as he defended against Drissell and the ball looped lazily to Potts at second slip. Somerset 231 for 8. Lammonby 89 in two and a quarter hours. So intense was the cricket, it had seemed much longer. And then, what marked out the response to his innings was not just the applause that followed him all the way off the field, but the number of people who left the ground when the applause died.

With Overton being out a run later, the main immediate interest was whether Somerset’s final pair, Jack Leach and Jake Ball, could score the 18 runs needed to reach 250 and secure a batting point. Leach might last, the view around me, but few had much confidence in Ball. In the end, they battled their way to 244 for 9 before Ball stepped up to the mark with a skip down the wicket and hoisted Drissell back over his head and the Trescothick Pavilion boundary for six, as always those of us on the top level having to await the cheers of those below for confirmation that the ball had carried the distance. Job done, Ball tried to dig out a yorker pitched a foot outside off stump and diverted it onto his stumps. At the other end, Drissell was celebrating his first first-class five wicket haul and Somerset had a lead of 105.

By the close, three overs later, that had been reduced to 100. But crucially, Durham had lost two wickets in the process. Vaughan, opening from the Trescothick Pavilion End, looped his second ball to Lees. It turned, though not markedly, and Lees, defending, edged it in a loop as pronounced as the one Vaughan had bowled, straight to Gregory, the first of two slips. A silly point and short leg had also surrounded Lees who appeared to have words for the Somerset huddle as he left. Parkinson appeared ahead of Ackermann, still in the Pavilion on a king pair, and suffered a loud leg before wicket appeal before the over was out. Leach, in the next over, bowled another looping delivery. It pitched on middle, straightened and beat Parkinson’s forward defensive push. In a flash, Leach was facing the umpire, arm pointing to the heavens, screaming an appeal. There was no hesitation, the finger was raised, Parkinson was on his way, and the remaining crowd was cheering as loudly as they had all day. Gay meanwhile was speaking to the umpire while a second night watcher, Wagner, was on his way to the middle.

Somerset, after a truly exhilarating day’s cricket, ended with a firm grip on the match. Their supporters, held in thrall the day long, would leave the ground with memories of a wonderful spell of bowling from Craig Overton and a crucial innings of grace and class from Tom Lammonby. Two artists plying their trade for their county with classical skill, flair and determination. The County Championship, over the years, has offered up many wonderful days of cricket. This was one of the best.

Close. Durham 145 (B.A. Raine 42, C. Overton 6-23) and 5 for 2. Somerset 250 (T.A. Lammonby 89, T. Kohler-Cadmore 40, G.S. Drissell 5-59). Durham trail by 100 runs with eight second innings wickets standing.