Housman on Cricket
I’m posting this cheery little poem in honour of England’s batting performance in the first innings against Pakistan this morning..
- Twice a week the winter thorough
- Here stood I to keep the goal:
- Football then was fighting sorrow
- For the young man’s soul.
- Now in Maytime to the wicket
- Out I march with bat and pad:
- See the son of grief at cricket
- Trying to be glad.
- Try I will; no harm in trying:
- Wonder ’tis how little mirth
- Keeps the bones of man from lying
- On the bed of earth.
In the Dark 
January 17, 2012 at 1:03 pm
Good old Housman, poet of my adopted county (this is from Shropshire Lad) and cheerful as ever.
The commentators were talking about whether to replace the injured semi-allrounder Bresnan by a batsman or a bowler. They should have gone for a bowler, because bowlers often enough do the batting for England.
January 17, 2012 at 1:07 pm
I’d say 192 all out is a lot more than looked likely earlier this morning…
..also methinks it was a mistake not to pick Monty.