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Crumble is what England did, After starting with intent, Against Australia‚Äôs quicks. Crumble is what the Brisbane field did, Meaning bowlers were caught out, And no-balls abundant. Crumble is what Kepler Wessels refused, Standing firm when he had to, And … Continue reading

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