Over the years, there have been many great cricketing days. It was a treat for me to watch test matches (5 days) with my father. Mother even made lunch on trays so that we didn't miss a ball. Then there was the time when I was old enough to actually attend test matches, which was magical. Throughout that time, there have been wonderfully skilled players, but today I believe we have probably the best Englishman in decades.
Remembering Cricket
I remember watching classy Cowdrey,
and Freddie Trueman the fiery,
the bowling of John Snow,
a belligerent Boycott refusing to go.
The Windies bowling machine given an edge,
with the batting of Sobers and of Greenidge,
years of magnificent test match success,
putting terrified batsmen under stress.
Australia, Pakistan and India contributors,
producing talented, stylish players,
while we continued bumbling along,
striving with the stiff upper lip to rely on.
Nothing could diminish the excitement of a test,
driving to Headingley hoping for a day of the best,
cricket that two teams could possibly supply,
viewed from a seat in the coconut shy.
There have been many such days including at Lord’s,
when enjoyment was indescribable beyond words,
and yet this game continues to provide,
players who excel for their countries with pride.
Currently I have a remarkable favourite,
England have for years from his talent benefitted,
his batting ability never in dispute,
the magnificent, record-breaking J E Root.
©David L
Atkinson June 2025
God Bless
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