A score at Lord’s can make a career,
Your name etched forever in gold,
Mohsin was the honours board’s latest recruit,
His story the latest it told.
For Mohsin it was who took Pakistan up,
With a mixture of stroke play and power,
And Mohsin it was who resisted the English,
To the chagrin of new captain Gower.
Two hundred he made, two hundred exact,
Having been just one shy for an age,
His innings enough to give his side a lead,
On that venerable English old stage.
So England were rattled, then shocked by spin,
No novel experience that,
In both of their innings they dragged themselves through,
And at least Pakistan had to bat.
But bat they did, and win with ease,
When Miandad cracked Hemmings for four,
A win at a canter, a ten wicket win,
Against an England they’d beat once before.