Never did I think of watching live,
Until my friend asked if we could.
An overcast sky couldn’t stop it,
Nor could a sky high ticket price.
The joy of singing your anthem,
With thousands of compatriots.
Drenching in rain to not lose place,
Eager to watch your star hit a shot.
Disappointment when wicket fell,
Of the guy who wore jersey # 18.
Watching through the innings,
To cheer your team to push on.
Did I want a final over thriller?
Yes I did; but I did not like this.
Half way time; yet hope was on.
The genius entered & rocked on!
The opposition cruised on steady,
And he returned for a comeback.
Twenty five thousand on their feet,
Bumped their fists & jumped in joy.
Yes I did want a nail-biting finish,
A bloodied hand bumped with joy.
One for all & one for the ages.
One percent & you give it all.
