A new year brings a new start. Instead of the formal heading of test information at the top of the poem, everything will be in the header image, and just the poem in the text. I’ll see how that goes, but it shouldn’t be a huge change.
In India, you need to bat,
And bat for hours to win,
With dust and heat and fog to test
You, every single thing.
You need a temperament to suit,
A patient self-control,
A will to make the ball your own,
Whoever deigns to bowl.
In short you need Geoff Boycott’s
singular burning drive,
To score runs and not lose wickets,
Amass and stay alive.
That came to a head in Kolkata,
In another stifled draw,
With Gooch and then Keith Fletcher –
Not Boycott to the fore.
He may have said ‘fore’ on the golf course,
In the round to regather his health,
But he flew home to England unwanted,
Though no doubt still sure of himself.