The bowler is poised at the start of their run up. A train about to depart the station.
Ball in hand. Passengers on board.
Slowly the bowler begins their journey. Tentatively the train leaves the station.
Soon the bowler is at full tilt. The train too has reached maximum speed.
Upon reaching the crease the bowler releases the ball. The train also begins to stop in part.
The ball continues its journey towards the batter. The train approaches a new station.
The sound of the edge, heard by all who are watching. The sound of the locomotive on track, noticed by all who are waiting.
The ball in the air. The train on the track.
Sharing the final moment of this part of their journeys. Terminated, motion becomes inertia.
Caught by the fielder. Caught by the passenger.
Eventually the ball returns to its starting point. The train leaves for another station.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
I thought that I’d provide a little insight into how I acquire a following on my blog…
I’ve written nearly 600 posts now and have a pitiful (No disrespect!) 120 or so followers. My fatal two-year tagging error cost me dearly but I’m writing wrongs this year. My subscriptions go something like this.
580 cricket articles: 85 followers (Including forced family as well as those marketing and utter nonsense followers you get!)
10 book reviews: 15 followers
10 poems: 15 followers
1 blogging tip article: 5 followers
Now those poems and book reviews are cricket themed of course but it’s a little disproportionate for my efforts. Maybe I should stop writing about cricket altogether and just write poetry and book reviews!
A man in a field/car park holding a jug
For no reason at all, here’s a picture of me (Excuse the tint, we’ve all been through that phase!) winning a cricket trophy. I didn’t bat, bowl or take a catch in the final. I didn’t even stop the ball but did pick it up twice. Still, better than my previous efforts in a final… run out having been sent back (Quite rightly) first ball!
Defend your wicket
Like an army defending their king
Play the game of cricket
Like a jester entertaining their queen
Raise your bat
Like a sword in the hand of a prince
Maintain your poise and elegance
Like a ballroom graced by a princess
We’ve got Stokes and Woakes
And lots of other blokes
We’ve got the ‘Beard that’s Feared’
And a bowling attack geared
To rip up your stumps
And leave you in the dumps
We’ve got hundreds galore
And Cook still wanting more
We’ve got Root in charge
And we’re gonna win large
We’ve got Jennings and Ballance
And bucket loads of talent
We’ve got Anderson and Broad
And runs on the board
We’ve got Finn to run in
And matches to win
We’ve got Bairstow to keep wicket
Whilst we’re beating you at cricket
We’ve got Rashid to deceive
And a nation that believes
We’re gonna win the Ashes
Got no time for Big Bashes
We’ll have the Ozzies under the cosh
It’s gonna be a whitewash
We’re gonna have our fill
We’re gonna win five-nil, five-nil, five-nil!
You’re a batsman, like a deer
Isolated from the herd
Fielders, like a pack of wolves
Lick their lips at your wounds
Bowler, the alpha male
On the prowl, a scowl
Staring you down
The wolves, patient
Eyes on their prey
In pursuit, the whole day
They will get you
A matter of time
A fellow deer
Picked off by the pack
Another one dissected
Witness your fellow fallows fall
Stave off uncertain certainty
Cries, you’re down
Weapons on the ground
The wolves howl
The battle at a close
England built up our hopes
Now England are on the ropes
England can only get so far
England’s players will be at the bar
Tonight and tomorrow
Drowning their sorrows
England are out again
When will England win?
Cricket is a game of bat and ball
Cricket is a game for all
Cricket is a game for young and old
Cricket is a game with many stories to be told
Cricket is a game for lady and man
Cricket is a game for the player and the fan
Cricket is a game for a summer’s day
Cricket is a game for all to play