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A brand new bat for Billy Root,
To add to sixty six,
Chris Read then faces Paul Coughlin,
He waits, and then he flicks.

The white ball races to the rope,
The hundred up together
Notts are eyeing up a total –
Scoring hell for leather.

Then Read hits out, away it flies,
A satisfying thud,
It doesn’t find the stands it finds
the hands of Collingwood.

The batsmen cross so Billy Root
will face Coughlin’s next ball.
With runs still needed Root swings, too,
but doesn’t catch it all.

The Trent Bridge crowd waits expectantly,
They’re disappointed when
The ball comes down too soon
and lands with Collingwood again.