Simon Hughes: Tim Bresnan is not subsequent Andrew Flintoff but he is a genuine hired man for odd jobs

By Simon Hughes in Dhaka 948PM GMT twenty-two Mar 2010

All-round bid Tim Bresnan looks the piece with the bat for England opposite Bangladesh in the second Test in Dhaka Photo GETTY IMAGES

Was it tailored to the hosts" form of low-slung spinners to wreak massacre on England? Well no, since hardly a turn has incited and it is so delayed that even a smoothness that hits the wicket competence not chase the bails.

Was it done to assistance the retreat pitch of Rubel Hossain a bad man"s Waqar Younis and pin Englishmen lbw? Maybe, but the umpires weren"t personification ball.

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In the end, a aspect as passed as this can usually have been done to be a statisticians delight.

So Bangladesh have done their majority appropriate measure opposite England on it, and Tamin in jeopardy to have the fastest century in Test story on it; Shakib Al Hasan could fool around the majority overs in an innings in the subcontinent on it 57 to illustrate far though he will have to go a little to pass Haseeb Ahsan"s 84 at Chennai in 1961 and Jon Trott done the slowest Test 50 on a Sunday in Mar by an Englishman innate in Cape Town.

Whichever annals are broken, it does not have for a good spectacle, that is for sure.

Perhaps it was combined to discern either Tim Bresnan could be the subsequent Andrew Flintoff, a subject that was acted by one paper last week.

A medium lad, probably not able of opening dual bottles of drink with his teeth and celebration out of them simultaneously, Bresnan has, however, astounded a couple of observers on the field.

He has been the majority unchanging and steady of the faster bowlers, and, though reared in Pontefract, seems to have light of using in to a pleasant breeze laced with CO monoxide.

Built similar to a rugby-league forward, he, similar to Flintoff, bowls what is well known in the traffic as a "heavy ball" one that rams in to the splice and jars the batsman"s hands and is correct with it. He is not a whim bowler, but he pesters the batsman similar to a rickshaw motorist wanting a transport and has deserved some-more than his handful of wickets here. The issue on Monday, however, was could a man who is radically a robust biffer (Bresnan, not Flintoff) go upwardly mobile and fool around a some-more well-bred and postulated innings?

The answer was yes. He came to the wicket at an ungainly time, fifteen mins prior to lunch, and dealt quietly with turn and pitch and men turn the bat. His counterclaim utterly Flintoffesque was secure, and he had the clarity and ability to feed Ian Bell the strike.

He did have one let-off a bat-pad catch that the referee deserted after Bresnan had displayed an considerable grade of "What me guv?" ignorance but differently played a stoical and profitable innings. He does not have Flintoff"s buccaneering suggestion or his middle expostulate but he is a some-more than accessible all-rounder who will not let any one down.

The bat-pad possibility was one of 4 decisions that went opposite the Bangladeshis. Bangladesh and their fans were understandably disgruntled, dogmatic it an astray effect of being an defective team. The being is, though, that higher teams emanate some-more wicket-taking chances, so removed injustices similar to these are not so glaring.

Bell, in fact, was the budding customer of the twenty-two yards of compressed mud. As common his batting was superb and unhurried. The big difference, and one that has turn increasingly apparent, is that it was prolonged.

Having seen the approach batsmen similar to Mahela Jayawardene and Kumar Sangakkara ritually disintegrate attacks, progressing an even tempo, personification to their own rhythm, Bell has resolved to do it too. A discriminating and poignant 138 was the result. Pretty fifties are a thing of the past. This winter Bell is the man who has indeed come of age.