I am advised by most that the result of this EPIC cricket match is quite possibly, if not indefatigably, the finest result in the short history of Wanderers NYCC. You can probably guess even by now that we won… Well, let’s face it, it would be a pretty piss poor boast if we hadn’t! And epic games of cricket require a suitably fine documentation. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, in a glorious poetic form, “The Ballad of the Bronx”…
It’s well advised and thought to be wise
To win the toss and bat
But Neil told Harsh the ball might swing
Bat first? Nah, balls to that!
Send Westchester in and keep it tight
At least that was the thinking
Then Sumit’s hit for six second ball
Neil, have you been drinking?!?!
Laya swings the ball away
The batters circumspect
But gradually they find their feet
No more than you’d expect
We settle down, get Wally out
Then Atta shortly after
57 for 2 at the ten over mark
That’s hardly a disaster
But 97 for 2 at drinks
The batters looking set
And once we come back afterwards
The carnage gets worse yet
Poor Amit takes some punishment
And just can’t get his man
Kush takes a wicket, some respite
But things aren’t going to plan
More than 50 scored in five
Two wickets, but balls flyin’
A catch from Sumit in the deep
That fooled them, um… well bowled, Brian!
Past 180, four wickets down
And seven overs left
You’d think they’d make a massive score
And we’d be left bereft
But, NO! The bowlers aren’t yet done
There’s room for one last push
Quick wickets for Neil and Harsh
And just the four for Kush!
200 ALL OUT!
It could have been much worse
We’ll knock this off, no worries
That’s why you don’t bat first!
Van Cortlandt Park up in the Bronx
Feels like it favors batters
We’re confident we’ll score these runs
But soon we’re just in tatters
The innings is in self-destruct
We can’t keep it alive
Not even eight overs bowled
And 31 for five!
Sujit, Andy, Sumit bowled
Harsh and Adarsh caught
It hurts like hell to mention it
But two of us got nought
With Kush Tiwari looking on
At the non-striker’s end
And wondering just what is next
Who will the skipper send?
It’s Mark Marais to save the day
And stick around a bit
The runs begin to flow some more
The odd boundary gets hit
Then suddenly the hundred’s up
We even dare to breathe
But doing it from here’s still tough
Can we still believe?
Mark departs but played his part
And now it’s Brian’s turn
A gazelle between the wickets
Crappy runners, watch and learn!
And Kush is smoking boundaries
Passing 50, looking focused
It rains a bit, the keeper stalls
He’s trying hocus pocus
A bunch of slowing tactics
Thinking rain will stop the chase
But umpire Bucknor keeps us playing
The keeper has a red face!
When lightning Brian’s finally out
We only need eleven
Neil Harrison is up to bat
Can he send us to heaven?
Two boundaries in an over
Two to win, nothing more
First ball of the last over
Kush has creamed the ball for four!
From a seemingly hopeless place
We come bounding up the field
Whooping wildly, just like children
Now this deal has been sealed
To be fair to the opposition
They looked shell-shocked, so would you
But then, that’s the game of cricket
Suck it up, what can you do?
87 runs for Kush
At time of writing, the club’s best score
Not to mention his four wickets
Must try harder, five is more!
Every player filled with joy
At the greatest of all comebacks
A win for all the ages
Nope… can’t find a rhyme for ‘comebacks’!
Years from now I’ll tell my children
I was up there in the Bronx
When the Wanderers defied the odds
And beat the oppo’s tonks
You see, cricket is a fickle game
Of margins and great fight
We wouldn’t have it any other way
Bat well. Bowl well. Good night.