Way back in the depths of day one, when the temperature in Rajkot was cool, when Sarfaraz Khan was just a kid with the highest first-class average of any current player, England had India completely on the rack.
It was a magical three quarters of an hour, the pale faces in the crowd, in their football shirts and sunhats, buying sweetmeats from the hawkers, watching in some amazement as Rohit Sharma won the toss for the second time in a row, chose to bat, and India folded to 33 for three.
