When the batsmen
enter the ground,
Its our heart
beats which pound,
They are gonna
start the mission,
But its us who
make the roaring sound
When holding the
bat, the batsman takes his stance,
When the first
ball, the baller plans,
In our hearts, its
us balling, its us batting,
Its our heart,
which is pounding.
They strategise,
its they who start,
The game's on the
field, but the action's in our heart.
When the ball
leaps out of the ballers hand,
The heart leaps
out of our chest, in the stands,
When with the
first shot, the ball goes cracking,
We are the ones
nervous, the ones who are perspiring!
When the ball travels
through the air towards the fielder,
The fielder brings
his hands together, to take the catch,
Its us whose mouth
keeps opening far and wider,
And then closes
with a smile once the ball rests in his hands..
