Have you ever seen such stunning cricket?
So many twists, so many turns.
Such price bestowed on every wicket,
Each run constructed, built and earned.
Had England won it early on,
Restricting Black Cap scoring?
And getting Kane and Guptill out,
Or was that just a warning?
Had Henry Nicholls done enough,
His stubborn, battling innings,
With Jimmy Neesham’s cameo,
Was that New Zealand winning?
You never know so early,
You can never ever tell,
You just know England have to go,
And hope that they go well.
Though starting well, with full intent,
Trent Boult was bowling fizzers,
And England couldn’t get away,
New Zealand were in business.
And this is where things started,
As the cracks began to show,
Joe Root’s shuffle down the wicket,
Morgan’s loud, despairing “No!”
Suddenly, all that could be happening,
Went against the English side,
Only Stokes and Buttler standing tall,
To try arrest the slide.
They did all they could,
They scrapped they scraped, and put bad balls away,
It was not pretty but effective,
And necessity today.
It was touch and go, it was back and forth,
A pulsating, balanced match,
Then Buttler lofted Ferguson,
And Southee took the catch.
It was left to Stokes, the challenge up,
The gauntlet at his feet,
He took it on without a backward step,
And would not accept defeat.
There was a blow that Boult caught in the deep,
And gave six as he stepped back,
Then the overthrow for boundary,
Flicked there off his diving bat.
There was pressure, there was wickets,
There was Plunkett, there was Woakes,
There was Rashid, and there was Archer,
There was only one – Ben Stokes.
There was two runs needed then,
And only one Boult ball remained,
It was Stokes to face, and Stokes to play,
It was this to win the game.
And he struck it, and Mark Wood ran,
And they turned, came back to claim the two,
But the ball was thrown by Neesham,
And Boult put the wickets through.
Super over – super over;
As if things weren’t tense enough,
England called on Stokes and Buttler,
Backed them both to do their stuff
And they scored, they ran,
They hit, they cheered, got fifteen on the board,
Six balls, New Zealand, win the cup,
Just beat what England scored.
Jofra Archer with the ball,
With youth, with all this in his stride,
Showed an early sign of weakness,
When he started with a wide.
He got smashed for six by Neesham,
Then came back into the fray,
On the last ball Martin Guptill
Needed two to win the day.
He made contact, then he ran,
As the ball rolled out to Jason Roy,
Who hurled it on the bounce to Buttler,
First the run out, then the joy.
It was tied, the super over,
Like we’ve never seen before,
England won the cricket World Cup,
On the boundaries that they scored.
It was cruel, it was joyous,
It was fraught, and it was tough,
It was England with the trophy,
They did…just about enough.
Have you ever seen a cricket match,
Such a staggering passage of play,
You might think that you’ve seen everything,
We saw everything today.