Trotting In


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Almost as live this one; the commentary of this last over before tea was most descriptive. 

(Round 2-Day 2-Warwickshire v Yorkshire)

The kettle is boiling as the sun still beats down,
And now here comes Jonathan Trott,
He scratches the turf like a bull at a gate,
But dangerous pace he has not.

A trundling over to make up the time,
Of six balls they flat-batted three,
And though Leaning got tricked and knocked one loose behind,
Both he and his captain made tea.

A Day At Leeds


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(Round 1-Day 3-Yorkshire v Hampshire) 

Couldn’t get the ending I wanted for this one straight away, so here it is a week after the game it is talking about.

It takes a day to bat a day,
Especially in April, at Leeds.
The hosts should bustle and harry and press,
The challenge must be the game.

And Hampshire lost just six all day,
As Yorkshire sought but flailed,
To find the right intensity,
But nothing ever came.

It was there in patches for Bresnan and Coad,
But never enough to stem the runs,
They made Hampshire sweat from time to time,
But nobody’s afternoon flamed.

The problem with trickles, as Yorkshire took wickets,
Is that in the sun they can dry,
The six weren’t enough for the 3-2-1,
With only the batsmen to blame.

To Hampshire the spoils, to Hampshire the points,
To Yorkshire the drawing board,
There’s Sidebottom yet, and there’s Brooks to come back,
But what is another name

When the batting collapses with Ballance the ballast,
And nobody sticks at the crease,
There was time left, and much time, to post a huge lead,
But Abbott inflicted his shame.

It takes a day to bat a day,
Especially in April at Leeds,
And Hampshire did exactly that,
And Hampshire won the game.

Covering Friday


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(Round 2-Day 1-Summary) 

I hadn’t necessarily planned to do daily reports on the County Championship as poems, but I find that some of the couplets pop into my head during the course of the day, especially when I’m following bits and bats on radio. Some don’t, of course. The image of Daniel Bell-Drummond came from the Guardian Sport Twitter.

The covers came on to relief in pavilions,
As bowling, again, had the better,
In most of the counties, where rain played its part,
Like Birmingham where it was wetter.

A day to lose the toss or worse,
Ensure that you were bowling first,
As Essex were at Taunton.

Where crowds were massed at 10 o’clock,
To everybody’s mild shock.
The pitch there stayed as daunting.

So even those who made a start,
Might see their stumps be blown apart,
Before they reached a landmark.

But then by later in the day,
at least where weather let them play,
The batsmen made the bowlers pay,
And piled on the runs.

And Kent sped up their scoring rate,
With Darren Stevens’ 68,
Glamorgan, though, were still a state.
For Saturday – more sun?