KEY POINTS:
It's 9.30am April 24th here in Jamaica so it's 2.30am Anzac Day at home.
I'm pretending its Anzac Day here too. Hopefully in a few hours it really will be a day for New Zealanders to remember.
4am Way too many fours are being smacked around. Is it dawn at home? Because the band just played a couple of bars of The Last Post. Hopefully I'm just hearing things.
5am Lunchtime, Hurrah! Breakfast was just a piece of toast with butter from Ireland. The other Caribbean islands had New Zealand butter so I'm wondering if this is a sign. But if so, a sign of what? Lunch is Jamaican Curried Mutton which is actually curried goat. Delicious, but bony.
5.40am Shane Bond just dropped a catch. It fell onto the boundary rope. Nearly choked on a goat bone.
6am Sri Lanka just went berserk, hitting fours everywhere. We could be falling apart.
6.02am We are falling apart.
Ok, its 6.43 and I'm feeling positive. Stephen Fleming and Peter Fulton just jogged down the steps onto the field. They look determined.
6.51am Fleming's just gone back up the stairs.
7.01am Just been handed the first innings match statistics form. Strangely, the "Result of Match" has already been filled in and says Pakistan won by 93 runs. Do the bookies know this?
7.40am Watching Malinga hurtle down the wicket, all blonde and wooly- haired, face smeared with sunscreen, I now understand how people have phobias about clowns.
7.57am 15 overs, 53 runs. The sky is darkening. Maybe it will rain.
8.35am I'm well into my new Chick Lit book called In One Year And Out the Other. It's very funny and I can recommend it. Cricket? What cricket?
8.39am We've got three batters on now. Surely that'll help.
8.41am Nope.
9.03am There's a man in the crowd wearing the Sri Lankan flag as a dress and an orange road cone on his head. Fair enough, except they really are playing The Last Post and he's dancing to it.
9.43am A four and a six from Patel. And a wide! And another four! We only need 90 more runs!!! We can do it!
9.45am Insert famous Tui phrase here.
No, it's not a very New Zealand day here at all. Stalled at the semis for the fifth time, seems it's a clear case of always the flower girl, never the bridesmaid.