Sunday, 2nd July

Something happened in a field

In North London

Two old foes

England and Australia

Fought in the gladiatorial field of old

Cricket

One side arrived to win at all costs

Competitive, ruthless

Every margin

Every opportunity to be exploited

Regardless the cost to limbs

Body and mind

Regardless the cost to convention

Grey areas of fairness

And, yes, in the past, flat out cheating.

With no regard to a sporting format that has dwindled over time

Too boring for the global masses

Revered by fanatics in the remaining island outposts of England, Australia and India

The other team used to be like that

But see the future

And have reflected on the past

Realise the game has changed

Winning with flair,

on the right side of fair

The only way to win

Anything else not watchable

Not tomorrow’s cricket

Anyway the former won

At great cost

To body, mind and spirit

And kept the game where it is

And, yeah, it was well out of order