This guy played a prime Australian legend innings today and Australia had no business being anywhere near this score. He woke up yesterday and he chose violence, and then he chose to make it take all day. He did not look up. He let Jansen come at him and gave him nothing. He let Nortje strike him on the body and gave him nothing. He let Mulder bowl until Mulder ran out of ideas. He faced 187 balls for 87 and never once looked bored. He watched four partners walk off and changed absolutely nothing. He built 86 with Pat Cummins across 191 patient deliveries. He waited while the innings was dying all around him. He waited while everybody argued about where he bats. He waited until the waiting became the violence. And then he killed them. He dismantled them. He disintegrated them. He blew that South African attack clean out of the water. Eighty-seven off 187 became 190. This is the innings that wins a Test match. This is the innings nobody expected from this man. This is what the old Australians used to do to you. Kingsmead. Number five. A man nobody could place. What a knock. Matt man, well-done mate.