Will and Kate

Cricket

In 1999 I padded up for my 41st season of senior club cricket. The body was trying to tell me something although I didn’t listen till the end of the season!
Just a quiet personal boast, my first season was 1959/60; my last, 1999/2000. Which meant I played the sport I love across six consecutive decades.

I just started training last week
The leggies came out with a tweak
The arm is now sore
The fingers are raw
Of liniment I now do reek!

I won’t make the Oz team this year
My chance of that’s over I fear
But I’ll get to play
On each Saturday
I’ll take a few wickets, that’s clear!

And waving my bat in the air
Is something I do with great flair
But I can’t hit the ball
It is far too small,
And the slowies look quicker this year!

With sweat coming out of my pores
And the batsmen driving for fours
If it’s out of my reach
I’ll practice my speech
“Hey, youngen’, I think that one’s yours!”