Picking A Crazy Win From A Losing Position Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Fall of yet another wicket
A dot ball
And another dot ball
A Yorker & it's an LBW, another wicket gone
Running thin on wickets now

Tension, panic, & groans from the stands
12 runs needed from 12 balls remaining
1 wicket remains
Yet another dot ball,12 runs from 11
A wicked bouncer, a top edge & my goodness me, dropped, survived again

A single after what seemed like a decade
Another single, runs seem to be coming after a long drought spell
It's 10 runs needed from 8 remaining
Hope & excitement from the home crowd
A dot ball,10 from 7 remaining

2 quick runs after a poor short ball, it's 8 from 6 remaining
A doosra & dropped again at the follow on; survived again
A Yorker & guided strike down long on to the boundary; It's now 4 needed from 4 remaining
Another drop at the ropes after an attempted six,4 from 3 balls
A dot ball, tension, and nerves,4 from 2; so close & very close now

A very quick single, a real touch a go kind
The atmosphere is unbelievable; you must hold it steady now
3 runs need from only 1 ball remaining; come on focus, it's now or never
Poor delivery, too, too short & it's punished for a 4
And the crowd has gone delirium! What a match, what a win!
18 March 2022