Lost the toss sent in to bat
When bowlers assert themselves
Commitment tottering
Heads bobbling –
Eyes on the skier!
Trying to read the pitch the wind the movement
Off the seam the swing mid-
air – Mind the grillers still left from this end!
And your wicket
…
At this rate I could afford the blade
A tease or two
Have fortune run for it
The sun short of leg
Footling about creased clouds
Maidens aplenty
(A sure way to get sunburn
Is to apply sunscreen literarily)
Plucking pretty sitters all round-
Err: He overstepped the line
A chance slips
Ducks tail one another
A sole batsman fiddles at the grip
Leave the referral
Bowler’s got him plumb within a plum
Watchman to the stumps