Five overs left and runs are flowing,
And Gary Ballance innings growing,
As Yorkshire look to reach three ton,
Rashid’s bat flumps, so they run one.
The captain smashes one for four,
The next, too, and then one more.
So Gleeson leaves for Azharullah,
He slows things up by bowling fuller,
He goes for just a mere five,
Northants hopes remain alive.
But Ballance wants to swing the bat,
He’s making quite a thing of that,
A four, a wide, another four,
And then he flashes out once more,
It flies to Sanderson in deep,
Who settles steady on his feet,
Ready to accept the ball,
It hits his hands, and down it falls.
Then he comes on to bowl the last,
With Yorkshire needing eight to pass,
Three hundred – less after a four,
He tightens up and makes them score.
And at the death a wicket comes,
As Rashid tries to add two runs,
Where just one was, and though he wondered,
The innings ended on three hundred.