A series win and some more encouraging signs from Capsey. Dunkley to the fore (but somehow bit flawed, too) and the sense that Wyatt should have/could have gone on again. A few minor errors in the field and Jones oddly but predictably failing to provide batting backbone. A blinding catch from Ecclestone and an athletic grab from Danni W – as per. England goodish – too good for India – without maxxing out. Satisfaction Level? About 7 out of 10.

Here’s how it felt, live:

Bryony Smith saunters rather casually in. Interesting call.

In the first over she plops a few up there quite tidily, misses a tough return catch (which is promptly and badly by-passed by the fielder, diving in weekly instalments), bowls a mile down leg and yet still seems ‘steady’. Unlike myself, as followers of my afternoon’s traffic-related Twitterage will know.

So Bristol, in good, still conditions. Dry. Some cloud. Floodies are on, with what, about an hour of meaningful light left? Mandhana and Verma. Carnage on the roads.

Davies wheels in briskly from the Ashley Down End and India are on to 11 for 0 after 2. Enter Wong, from immediately beneath me. Mid-over, she follows Verma forty feet to leg, and the Indian star helpfully nudges on, off the lower pad, (I think). 11 for 1; scruffy dismissal but I dare say the fabulous Ms Wong will take it.

Smith returns, having changed ends – again, interestingly. Mandhana charges and hoists but Ecclestone bundles around, stoops and gathers at her full extent. *Really good* catch: the World’s Best Spinner is not noted (in these quarters, historically) for her athleticism or ground fielding. That was both an outstanding grab and a key wicket. India’s two most explosive bats are gone. (Re-watching, I put that down as the best, most committed bit of fielding I have ever seen from the player. Fair play and chapeau – have no doubt Ecclestone a) knows what she needs to do and b) puts the hours in to improve that side of her game).

Davies is skilful, rather than swift. Her distinctive action somehow lends itself to slower-balls and irritating wee cutters: minor but critical changes. And everything is relatively ‘pace-off’. When she is cuffed with some conviction out towards Wyatt, it barely feels that she has drawn an error… but she has, in the sense that the batter, despite making a good connection, lacked the power to find safety beyond the rope. Again the fielder dives in, brilliantly, to take another stonking catch.

Before I can finish me much-needed coffee, it’s four down and Sharma is marching in there. (Previously, whilst I was scoffing, tbh, a fine edge, and a caught behind). Given India’s relatively weak mid-to-low order, the prevailing, rather restrained ambience and the importance of the game, this feels quietly catastrophic. The Decider decided, after about 6 overs: possibly.

I may be traducing Sharma and Kaur: in fact I am. But such is England’s dominance, an authentic and decisive, full-on counter-wallop seems unlikely. (Yup. All *fatal*: get back to me later).

As Glenn bowls out the 10th, there’s been – get this, in a TWENTY TWENTY – a half-hour gap between boundaries. Oh – and she’s bowled Kaur, too, with the batter dancing down and playing round a straight one.

India are being slaughtered at 35 for 5 and the ball (I swear) hasn’t done much. England have just done the thing that separates them, generally, from the visitors; found that machine-like quality; been consistently good.

The Kempster is running in from below me. Lovely to have that left-arm angle, and she does nip the ball around. She’s another modestly bold one, turning out some pret-ty outrageous slower balls, rolling that wrist. Good over; India (Sharma and Rana) becalmed.

Wong will want a share of this. She looks determined to the point of mild anger. She bowls 69mph, then slaps in a bouncer which Rana can only smile thinly at. No dramas. 44 for 5 after 12. When Rana does connect with a scooptastic sweep towards deep square, Dunkley does well to pat down a ball she could never quite haul in. Proper dusk, now, at 19.26pm. It’s closing in proper luvly, as they say, down Ashley Hill, (I imagine).

Loud appeal from Ecclestone: the ball went deep and straight before hitting pad. She reviews. Rana missed it by miles and ball-tracking confirms what my fab-yoo-sightline had suspected. Plum. India are wrecked at 52 for 6 off 13: Smith will come in again from Ashley Down Rd.

Big Picture. I’ve been saying for years that India are under-achieving, largely because they have remained significantly behind their hosts, tonight. Given the resources theoretically available to the mighty continent, they have been persistently less professional, less convincing and less dynamic than Liccle Ingerland.

It’s probably principally down to (yet more) sexist under-investment but this may not account entirely for their fielding, which alternates between o-kaay and bloody awful. England’s is typically good, and sometimes tremendous. Performances and results are obviously fickle beasts but a full-strength England – remember their best two players, Knight and Sciver are absent, here – beats India’s best eight times out of ten.

Sharma is trying, as is Ghosh. But they can’t get beyond the run a ball. Meaning India will get 115 at best. 75 for 6, off 16. England’s spinning group – Glenn, Ecclestone, Smith (tonight) – are bowling disciplined stuff.

Sharma over-balances, trying to force something from Ecclestone: stumped as she raises that foot. Seven down and enter Wong with the flats and the now-dramatic, velvet wrap of the purple sky behind. Ghosh knows she as to go and she does. Two decent clouts garner six runs. A ridicu-flip behind for four more is lustily cheered by the away support – great stuff. Even a marginal miscue over the bowler’s head trickles and teases to the rope. Wong responds with an extravagant slower one. A rare, expensive over. 95 for 7 after 18. Ecclestone.

Wide down leg but a review for a stumping. Good work from Jones but never looked out, live. Isn’t. Then a comedy moment which may cost Eccles: she weirdly mis-hoiks an underarm throw four feet over the fielder, backing up, stump-side. Can imagine Wyatt and co having a giggle at that one, later. 100 up.

Ghosh is gone, for a creditable 33 off 22. Reverse-sweeping and lbw to Ecclestone, who finishes with 3 for 25. Davies will bowl the last.

One or two minor errors in the field, from England. They gift another one, here, with another overthrow. It shouldn’t matter but the coaching team won’t, or shouldn’t be, best pleased. Vastrakar lashes a couple through the circle – one of which might have been saved. Innings closed on 122 for 8. It’s a 140-something pitch, I reckon.

England reply.

Like Thakur: looks quality. Dunkley, unflinching, slaps her first ball straight for a single. Five from the over.

Wyatt is facing Sharma and caressing the ball to deep point. Later she misses out badly on a weak, wide delivery. 8 for 0 off 2. Understandably measured, so far, from England. The boom will come.

Here it is. Dunkley swings it like a five-year-old, to leg – high and safe. Of course it’s brillyunt that Dunkley epitomises the modern argument for Absolute Freedoms – including the freedom to club the thing gracelessly. Whilst I have no issue with that (as a coaching philosophy), I can’t say I enjoy watching Dunkley bat and have some concerns about how she will go against the very best bowling – quick bowling, in particular. That much across the line, that often, is risky. Doesn’t time all that much, really – not many get genuinely creeeeeeamed, if you really look at it. Often the sound is a little metallic: guessing she ain’t bovvered.

I say this and a straight swing drills the ball to the long-on boundary. Lols.

It’s a contest, this, at 27 for 0 after 4, but obviously if England get through this powerplay no wickets down, they can press the Licence To Thrill button at the moment of their choice or proceed serenely and maybe more cruelly to inevitable victory. Dunkley slap-drives again, and the ball races past a) the interested circle and b) arguably the worst fielder in elite cricket (Verma), on the way to the boundary. At the change of overs, the magic that is darkness and floodlights and live, live sport re-announces itself.

Wyatt is cruising and Dunkley is bruising as Sharma (interestingly) comes in for her third over. Again we have orderly progress for the home side. Yadav will bowl the seventh – our first sight of slow-arm and therefore very different to England’s spin-first strategy. England get to 50 for 0 off their 41st ball faced.

Rana will bowl the eighth, from Ashley Down: right arm slow. Dunkley miscues badly and aerially… so is fortunate to find clear ground towards long-off.

Vastrakar will be the next change: at 60 for 0 India must rotate, apply themselves and hope. Wyatt back-cuts her for four and Dunkley rather beautifully clips her square for the same. This may become a procession.

Some hope, suddenly. Wyatt has been playing within herself: she eases one out over midwicket, connecting well enough – except the fielder can get there. Yadav holds on and the opener is gone (as so often?) for twenty-odd. Mildly frustrating, as she really looked set to trundle through untroubled. On the plus side, for England, this brings in the precocious Capsey, who will probably score more quickly.

Hmm. Dunkley has gotten herself to 49 and England most of the way home. Then she’s played two wildish shots, the second of which costs her. Bowled, Vastrakar. And it gives India a sniff, where there was none. I’m mildly unimpressed; Wyatt didn’t need to be casual and Dunkley didn’t need to be impatient. After 12 overs England are 76 for 2, needing 47 from 48 deliveries. Should be straightforward but two new batters and the Indians are pumped. Enter the captain, Jones.

A-and exit the captain, Jones. Gone, swinging ugly in a different county to the line of the ball. (Amy Jones may be fortunate to have stayed in the England side. Fine keeper, suspect mentality). Pressure now on Capsey and the incoming Smith.

Capsey clubs Vastrakar powerfully over mid-on. The bowler responds with a sharpish bouncer at Smith: dot ball. England are 85 for 3, needing 38 from 36 balls. Rana will bowl from the Pavilion End. Two dot balls and a single. Capsey telegraphs a reverse-shot but gets enough on it – just. Four.

Thakur is back from Ashley Down – 31 from 30 needed. Smith nurdles to fine leg… and the ball staggers over. Four. Then Capsey goes big over extra, evades the fielder and finds a further boundary. She’s good, this kid – she has 20 from 13, at a high-pressure moment. In other news there are FOUR members of the world’s press in the Media Centre here at Bristol. FOUR. For the decider. There would be about 30 if this was The Blokes.

Rana is in and Capsey is trying to cart her any which way. Fails reversing but succeeds through extra cover. 113 for 3 off 17. England need 10 from those 18 balls. Capsey has 27 and Smith 11. Vastrakar.

She’s coming round, to the youngster. Dot ball. Two. Some minor signs of nerves, from Capsey: two ill-timed, over-ambitious shots. 5 from 12, now.

Sharma will bowl from the Bristol Pavilion End. Wonder which ball she’ll quit on?

She starts with a howler. Wide to leg and high. Smashed to the boundary. The single run required follows immediately. Excellent work from Capsey, supported late-on by Smith. A comfortable win, for England which underlined their superiority over the visitors but also spoke to their relative weaknesses around executing with consistency and the degree of ruthlessness that separate the Top, Top teams: meaning Australia.

Wyatt and Dunkley can blaze but they don’t feel Australia-level. Not consistently. Jones is maybe in the top two keepers in the world game but the other one – clue, an Australian – is a world-level batter. Jones is barely an international in terms of execution and maybe mentality. (Make of that what you will. Her ‘disappointments’ are multiple).

The Bright Side is England, without Knight and Sciver (and therefore shorn of two skippers as well as two worldies) have gone and won it. The Bright Side has been Dunkley (sometimes – as I write she is just picking up the Vitality Player of the Summer), Kemp (with the bat, in fact), Capsey and that sense that they have moved on. Brunt and Shrubsole are, it turns out, replaceable: Wong and Bell and Davies and Kemp have that covered, or will.

England have tweakers, too, with Glenn adding valuable variety to the high-level off-spin. Bouchier and Smith look solid. Whether this group can meaningfully challenge the genuinely brilliant Australian squad is questionable: their skills feels less deep, less comprehensive, somehow. But here they are lifting the trophy – so onwards. Greater robustness may come with experience. It will be both fascinating and hopefully exciting to see an England First Eleven in action early next year. The World Cup loometh.