WHEN MICHAEL HUSSEY MADE HIS TON
Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:55 pm
This one was a rush job, needed to strike while the iron was hot so to speak - Terry
WHEN MICHAEL HUSSEY MADE HIS TON
The eastern scribes were ranting and they had Huss in their sights,
he’s had his day they reckoned and were printing his last rites.
And commentators over there were baying for his blood,
they wanted to replace him with some other likely dud.
Selectors knew his worth as did his skipper and the pup,
and spoke about his past deeds, as they tried to shut them up.
He’s saved us from defeat before and so he will again,
and help us win this bloom’en test, if we can dodge the rain.
The English batted first while knocking up a modest score,
with Aussie wickets tumbling, it now seemed enough or more.
As Hussey strode out to the crease to face a ball with sheen,
two million eyes out west, were glued onto their TV screen.
The first ball whistled past his bat a fraction from the edge,
which caused some English sniggers as they handed out a sledge.
A million breaths were being held throughout the golden west,
for people right across the state were tuned into the Test.
And soon we were all cheering as he opened his account,
convinced that now he’d made a start his confidence would mount.
And even those out in the bush; a wireless near their ear,
were with him there in spirit and some darn near shed a tear.
The runs began to flow at last as Hussey stood up tall,
he’d now been joined by Haddin and they both attacked the ball.
And what a grand old sight it was with these two at the crease,
the journo’s had gone silent, would such wonders ever cease?
Excitement was at fever pitch, their best form had been found,
and balls were being blasted all around the Gabba ground.
The media now changed their tune and tried to bluff it out,
but looking rather foolish from the rubbish that they spout.
A nervousness had settled on supporters in the west,
the game was in the balance as the English gave their best.
You could have heard a pin drop as he sought that final run,
and we were right there with him as the old Huss neared his ton.
And when that final ball was struck to reach that magic mark,
a cheer rang out across the land and echoed through each park.
And journo’s ceased their chattering as though struck dumb at last,
while others were back pedaling and losing ground real fast.
The accolades flowed thick and fast from knockers who’d lost face,
along with all well wishers who had offered theirs with grace.
Then Huss reminded one and all the game was still not won,
but long will we recall this day when Hussey made his ton.
******
© T.E. PIGGOTT 27/11/2010
WHEN MICHAEL HUSSEY MADE HIS TON
The eastern scribes were ranting and they had Huss in their sights,
he’s had his day they reckoned and were printing his last rites.
And commentators over there were baying for his blood,
they wanted to replace him with some other likely dud.
Selectors knew his worth as did his skipper and the pup,
and spoke about his past deeds, as they tried to shut them up.
He’s saved us from defeat before and so he will again,
and help us win this bloom’en test, if we can dodge the rain.
The English batted first while knocking up a modest score,
with Aussie wickets tumbling, it now seemed enough or more.
As Hussey strode out to the crease to face a ball with sheen,
two million eyes out west, were glued onto their TV screen.
The first ball whistled past his bat a fraction from the edge,
which caused some English sniggers as they handed out a sledge.
A million breaths were being held throughout the golden west,
for people right across the state were tuned into the Test.
And soon we were all cheering as he opened his account,
convinced that now he’d made a start his confidence would mount.
And even those out in the bush; a wireless near their ear,
were with him there in spirit and some darn near shed a tear.
The runs began to flow at last as Hussey stood up tall,
he’d now been joined by Haddin and they both attacked the ball.
And what a grand old sight it was with these two at the crease,
the journo’s had gone silent, would such wonders ever cease?
Excitement was at fever pitch, their best form had been found,
and balls were being blasted all around the Gabba ground.
The media now changed their tune and tried to bluff it out,
but looking rather foolish from the rubbish that they spout.
A nervousness had settled on supporters in the west,
the game was in the balance as the English gave their best.
You could have heard a pin drop as he sought that final run,
and we were right there with him as the old Huss neared his ton.
And when that final ball was struck to reach that magic mark,
a cheer rang out across the land and echoed through each park.
And journo’s ceased their chattering as though struck dumb at last,
while others were back pedaling and losing ground real fast.
The accolades flowed thick and fast from knockers who’d lost face,
along with all well wishers who had offered theirs with grace.
Then Huss reminded one and all the game was still not won,
but long will we recall this day when Hussey made his ton.
******
© T.E. PIGGOTT 27/11/2010