I don’t have the opportunity to listen to much cricket on the radio of late, but I was lucky enough to hear the end of Surrey v Essex match this afternoon, and the tension cranked up and up through some Mornie Morkel and Jade Dernbach overs, until eventually the class of Ryan ten Doeschate helped the visitors home.
Ten Doeschate flicks it wide,
Beyond the hands of Rory Burns,
And Essex win and Surrey lose,
And winter, suddenly, returns.
It was coming, the end, we knew, we knew,
Be runs or wicket brought it,
Expectation, yes, but still,
It’s always sooner than we thought it.
All that mattered even just a ball ago is gone,
The pressure Morkel helped to build,
The bouncing ball had peppered Quinn,
That he repelled, though barely skilled.
And there it goes, the season, there,
As the ball flies to the rope,
And with it some of cricket’s best,
Without whom now we have to cope,
When April will roll round, it will,
Bring cricket back on springtime dews,
But cricket now has rolled away,
As Essex win and Surrey lose.