On the Edgbaston ledge. (08.08.05)

With the dazzling one prematurely gone
From the five day game,
Freddie had the treasure and required measure
To make for himself a name.
He was hitting sixes and picking up wickets
As easily as fame,
And the scene was set for chariots
To blaze their path again.

But on the fourth morning, as clear as warnings,
And closer than comfort allowed,
It was pin drop time, as the hour chimed,
And runs knocked back the crowd;
Whose hands were full of fallen skulls
And deals with God avowed,
As all was ending as unintended,
When suddenly, Jones, Bowden...