To the wicket my captain welcomed me,
I faltered, nerves failing, not good enough.
Sensing my fear, to put my mind at rest, he smiled.
Come on, we’ll show them all.
Another should go next.
No, in with you.
Looking up, how could I bear it?
I am not ready for your side.
Glove to glove he gripped me,
And who picked you?
We shall have our way and win it.
If you think I can, I’ll hold an end, but
Fear will show and shame us.
Who’ll take the strike; wear the bruising?
With me you’ll never lose the ease.
So I went in to bat.