And so we arrive at that point where three beasts and a kiwi coalesce for one last push.

We can come to Australia and England in due course. We can consider if England are fortunate to be dealing with them at Edgbaston – where they like to play, where they beat them in 2017 – instead of Australia’s personal north London citadel. And we can wonder if these injury concerns – to Khawaja (out out), Stoinis (virtually out), and Starc (not out, or even close, but perhaps not entirely ‘in’ either; and look, if there are any concerns, any at all, then he really should sit this one out) – are reflective of a team that has peaked too early.

And if pushed we can make a case that England’s angst-ridden and at times rather precious campaign has begun to mobilise at just the right time, while, in the same breath, considering if ‘momentum’ means a bean at all, or if it’s just a series of aimless journo-grabs for narrative patterns in places where there aren’t any.

Not since Martin Crowe has New Zealand had one like him. But whereas Crowe was fitfully volatile, struggling at times to reconcile his genius, Williamson is almost creepily on the level. He’s perfect for his time and place. There is no facade with Kane Williamson. Because there’s nothing in the game he can’t do.