Ball fourMcCullum digs another trench in the wicket, grips the handle like an axe and makes himself low again. He's going to charge and Starc knows it. McCullum goes down the wicket and away to leg.
The ball swings prodigiously and follows him, again beating him for speed and swing. It comfortably misses the leg pole but, more importantly, it comfortably misses the skipper's bat. For a man who plays with lightning fast hands and a wonderful eye, this must be a little discombobulating.
Ball fiveIs it unplayable, or has McCullum's mind been muddled? Whatever the case it's an absolute ripper of a yorker that bends back and beats what, by McCullum's standards, is a half-baked drive.
It sends Starc on an arcing run and a good portion of the MCG into delirium. It would have reverberated through the New Zealand shed. McCullum, as has been discussed before, is a luxury item.
His failure is planned for, but it was the manner of his domination that set the nerves on edge. As strange as it sounds, a horrible skied catch to cover would have been more in keeping with how New Zealand have gone about their business.
Ball sixKane Williamson, for the first time all summer searching for runs, is asked to steady the ship. Starc thunders one into his pads and stifles an appeal. It is swinging too much. New Zealand 1-1 after 1, and it felt like an emergency call out too.
It is worth remembering that McCullum won the toss and chose to bat. Even the inherently pessimistic, knew it was the right thing to do. Within six Starc thunderbolts, amazingly, it suddenly looked like very much the wrong thing to do.
New Zealand, so often at this tournament, have won games by setting a tone that other teams cannot live with. McCullum, more than any other player whether it was with bat or field placings, was the man responsible for that.
Starc ripped that away from him, away from New Zealand. Grant Elliott and Ross Taylor did their best to restore some equilibrium, but by that stage a big score was out of the question.
Starc's first over was brilliant, it was brutal; he was, damn it, talismanic.