Oh the day had come , the day to play
A game to take us to the brink of history
The finest of men had gathered together
In the morning light of the camel bar
To collect some kit , beer and pies
For the bus ride to infamy, a spot at the top.
With some missing , some on the way
Ice filled 2 eskies and surprise guests arrived
Bloody Mary’s , o gallons of them
To quench and fill those with the need
Of partaking a little morning drink
A happy lot marched up the road to the bus
Parked away from its dock
Loaded late we headed off
To witness a fielding drill by Pudong.
Rushing to the toss our captain lost
Inserted to field we we happy with the result
Out we marched as Hardon selflessly relinquished a place
In the starting 11 for glory or fail
Rash steaming in off full run
Gave the batsmen some hell
With bounce and guile he kept his end tidy
The Chancellor arrived and straight did he follow
With a wicket first ball , LWB and all
5 overs down and Rash struck with swinging ball
The Chancellor found the edge in the next
And Fruitbox was true .
3 for 20 and the Bashers in blue
Were as happy as lads in good stead.
In the 8th Leppa fielded and threw
A run out it was and Pudong in more trouble
4 for too few
Paps was in and Rash was off,
with Omega to follow the “Chance”
Tight lines and length created the doubt
As ball skidded past edge and the stumps
Omega struck twice in the 12th but it could have been more
As twice edges were left on the floor
Drinks were consumed , not a boundary was hewn
and Pudong 5 for 37 in ruins
Then Rash took the catch to make it 6
And Leppa came on for Paps Smear
First ball did he strike , caught behind if you like
Celebrations coming loud from the tent.
But alas things do change
And that change had a name
Shreet the destroyer, the slayer
The bulky hay maker
And with Santosh made the Bashers pay
For just on an hour the batsmen held firm
Striking balls with brute force and at will
Half trackers, half volleys , even good uns it seemed
Were dispatched with deft touch and with steam
Some catches put down, some left to their own
the runs piled on fast and mean
Fruitbox had a go, saw them fly to and fro
Till Rash and Chancellor came back on to stem the flow
Too little too late
The Chancellor cleaned them both up in the 25th
4 wickets for him, 2 for Omega and for Rash and Leppa
One each as 119 seemed a total within reach.
Fisty and Parrot came out to bat first
With time on their hands and their minds
Chirag on to bowl and to keep it tight
A single off the last kept Cymbals on strike
and the Parrot to wait till the third
As is his want Parrot hit 2 past square leg
Nice and crisp and to watch a delight
Playing back once too many , hit square in front
And marched back before Fruity was ready
2 overs of dots came and went
Before Fruity was set, hitting one to the boundary for 4
Alas to be sure he was out with 2 more
To his name and the long march back home
Omega was in , and luck came with him
Being arsey and chancey for runs
He swang at them all, finding edge, sky and none
before Fisty was caught for just one
In came the Pope , with intent to hold firm
As he set to it poking about.
Making Fisty look eager
17 dots did he plunder
Before getting off the mark with a 4
It wasn’t to last , 3 more did he blast
Till he picked out mid off on the fly,
He juggled and gave hope that the catch was not his
But took hold and the Pope had to go.
In came the Paps and together with Mal
Set about to restore Basher pride.
Running ones and twos ,
the old men had their blues
but held firm till drinks came and was gone.
Then Pudong lost the plot,
Like the ball was red hot
Either dropping or missing each chance
With nicks and skied balls falling to grass
As the target approached at a canter.
Then Omega got hold a a ball to deep leg
To the boundary it surely would go
In the sun sat a cup, with red juice in its hold
And sent flying to the cheers of our fold.
Taking one chance too many
The pair took a run
That in hindsight was never to be.
Omega was short by yards one two and three
Out for 26 runs wondering what might have been.
Sharapova in next with 50 to get , in just on a run a ball
5 wickets in hand and the Paps in command
the Leisure up for a battle royal
But things slowed just a bit,
as they tightened their grip
and Paps run out from a bad call.
The Captain came in , with a gleam in his eye
‘This is the moment Ive waited for now’
Settled into his stance for one ball as a sighter
The next was walking back , with his stumps all over
Rash strode forth with intent to do well
Get his team in the second chance final
But this was not to be , as his fate would agree
Did the same as his happless skipper
With 23 to get at a run a ball
The Chancellor could be trusted with an end.
Sharapova holed out and Hardon was in
being caught out with 3 overs left.
All out for 99, what an end to the fight
One that showed much and gave little allright
But us Bashers , we men with the hammer for crest
will still fight it out in the finals , Dirty doggies in our sight.
Great friends in our quest for the love of our game
and a thirst for the amber fluid
travelled back to the bar on the bus
with fines banter and good humor
and awaiting the debut of potential new Basher
Benchods young sibling, the Kid Fucker