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Caught the opening couple of overs of the World Cup Final on TV, still kicking myself that we didn’t get tickets when I looked a couple of weeks back

Lord’s is filling slowly,
As if ten thirty read eleven,
And the arriving faces see the game is underway.

These are the girls that could,
Not the girls that should,
Those who made their mark,
Against the great and good.

Those teams who have grown,
Overpowered their rivals,
Those who battled their way,
Against odds to the final.

And Lord’s is resplendent,
As the women are here,
A final for today,
But a moment for years.

The sun streaming down,
On a slow looking track,
But the outfield is fast,
And now England will bat.

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