September 23, 2012

 

 

With sloppiness in evidence, they

looked like they hadn’t turned up.

Imagine losing to a non league side

in the first round of the cup!

 

 

 

 

The first half started promisingly,

with new signings seeming to gel.

But then two penalties against them,

meant the game turned into hell.

 

 

 

 

There was an element of laziness

that trickled through his game, or,

perhaps his confidence was shaken,

as after his injury, he was never the same.

 

 

 

 

 

We need a strong team leader,

a fighter with a positive vibe,

who’ll turn around our fortunes,

and this family club revive.

 

 

 

 

His falling was appalling,

but by the ref, left overlooked.

He deserved his marching orders, or

certainly should have been booked.

 

 

September 9, 2012

 

 

Some see it as an untimely hic-cup,

a blip, a diversion, a niggling pain.

Others see it as a lucky opportunity,

a rainbow, a chance to showcase and

attain.

 

 

 

 

August 28, 2012

 

 

The pace of cricket is changing.

Five day Tests are rare, unless there’s been rain.

Which is sometimes the case in this climate,

And hanging around can be such a pain.

 

The  20/20  game has brought excitement

And with it a new army platoon,

Who along with the ‘Mexican Wave’ mob,

Keep us entertained in the afternoon.

 

When Sobers scored six sixes in an over,

It was a ‘one off’ and something quite rare.

And when our Boyks took root at the wicket

The crowd, at times dozed off in despair.

 

Botham’s era started the revival,

Along with Thommo and Lillee, so fast,

And let’s not forget  the best ‘Windies’ side ever,

When Marshall  and Holding bowled with a blast?

 

Cricket is no longer an ‘old man’s sport,

Or just for ‘anoraks’ clutching the Wisden Book.

It now attracts a much younger audience

And the odd ‘streaker’,  just can’t be mistook.

 

W.G. Grace would have turned in his grave

And John Arlott would have been lost for words.

Whilst Brian Johnston would have talked  pigeons,

He much preferred to watch those kind of birds.

 

But whether it’s a googly or a yorker,

Or a ‘full toss’ caught at silly mid on.

It wouldn’t be summer without cricket

And the ‘Ashes’ Tests are second to none.

 

This game of cricket will outlive us all,

Each generation has its favourite side.

So lets get behind our current team

And help them restore some pride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 12, 2012

 

 

The forgotten Sub sits

sucking his thumb.

Passed over so often,

he has segs on his bum.

 

 

August 11, 2012

 

 

With the sharpness of a vulture

about to pounce on it’s prey,

he has to motivate his team

to once again, at the top level stay.

 

This season, more than others

will test his tenacity and power,

to prove he’s the best manager ever.

Cometh the man, cometh the hour?

 

 

 

August 10, 2012

 

 

I cannot live with him in the ‘close season’

He goes through a kind of bereavement

In mourning for ‘Match of the Day’!

His favourite players transferred to the enemy

Sick beyond words

Lolling mindlessly around the house

Under my feet

Grumpy, jumpy

Wanting more rumpty – tumpty!

Giving me hell.

Moaning he’s unwell.

Roll on next season

Give him a reason

to live, to exist

To come home elated

To peacefully sleep

Get our life back on track

and our sanity keep.

 

 

 

 

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