A thought for a Jon Ryves sixty.

Keep all your glam, keep all your glitzy.
He won’t prod and poke, he’ll slap his way to fifty.
A bat held as high as you’d ever seen.
A fight back when the team was in dire need.

130 to get, but the runs were ours.
Just ten wickets for Plough’s Sunday stars.

It was Niraj Tailor that broke the camel’s back.
A good length, a decent line, a relentless attack.
3 for him as September’s bell tolled.
But could the Plough get over the line?
Would Warlingham be rolled?

Four catches held, two LBWs given,
Two dozen to get, four wickets quivering,
This is Sunday cricket, this is living.

Tom Glynne-Jones and Simon Crane,
Tom Lonnen back on and a chance of rain…

All results on the table. Win, lose or draw.
But the real result, was leaving and still wanting more.

See you next week, and perhaps the one after.
If not, winter well. I hope it’s filled with laughter.

Anon.