I was there on Monday for that glorious day, and this is the first chance I've had to post since. What a day.
Pietersen's innings was one of the greatest of all time, an innings of thundering violence, of heroic bravery, of unerring confidence, and of daring impetuosity, mixed with a bit of shining defiance.
The atmosphere was itself scarcely believeable, not a quiet moment among the Barmy Army. The Aussie players (except grumpy, bitter killjoy Matthew Hayden) were gracious in defeat and responsive to the crowd, and deserved their part in a stunning day's cricket.
One or two of you may have caught me on TV - I was the guy in the England ODI shirt who, as KP's first six soared over deep mid-wicket, didn't trust his catching ability, and so was forced to skilfully duck (or hurriedly dive, if you believe my mates) out of the way as it flew where my head would have been. I've already come across one guy in a pub who saw me on the Channel 4 coverage - I'm yet to get home and check if I'm on the highlights package.
Congratulations to England on a stunning victory, and to Australia on a great effort. Congratulations must also go to Freddie Flintoff, not only for winning Man of the Series, but for not being dead after how much he drank last night. Beer for breakfast?
He was slurring his way through an interview at the parade (which I was also at, and which was also amazing) and just about made it through, but I think he deserves every drop for his efforts this summer.
Bring on Pakistan!