IT’S THE START OF THE SEASON

You can feel the pulse race as your eyes meet the day                                                                         

It’s the start of the season a new game to play

Smell the grass and the linseed and the hops in the beer.

Smell the sweat and the ointments and the oppositions fear.

The elements will battle to take part in the match

A cold south westerly pulls in a rain patch.

But Cricket at Wamil is a marvellous thing

A full fixture list beginning in spring

Can there be anywhere better to spend time of day

It’s the start of the season a new game to play

The finest ground in Suffolk it often been said

Manicured by cutters from a corrugated shed

Willow trees weeping and bursting new bud

While captains with batting orders are chewing the cud

Oh men of Mildenhall take your place on the field

So little net practice that your fate may be sealed

You’ll go to the crease with an ambition to stay

It’s the start of the season a new game to play

Overhead fly the planes of the ultimate battle     

While from the pram flies the obligatory rattle

Fielders will stand frozen right through to the core

As like a bullet, the ball goes for four

Muscles that have been dormant for over half a year

Are subject to stretching and the occasional tear

Let battle commence they must join in the fray

It’s the start of the season a new game to play

Men and boys have spent all winter yearning for this day

It’s the start of the season a new game to play.

You can still see the Church while the trees are in bud

Just a few weeks earlier the ground was like mud

The Lark is brimming from the winter rainfall

Now that’s forgotten it’s time for first ball

The bowlers are ready to try a few new tricks

Let those County batsmen know they’re not out in the sticks

New sweaters and trousers look gleamingly white.

And there’s a strong South westerly that got a real bite

Still the men of Mildenhall are happy today

It’s the start of the season and a new game to play

History to be made then compared with ghosts from the past

Early season run rates are rarely that fast

The wicket made flat by the “Killer” green roller

But it won’t dampen the heart of the opening bowler

So once again they are happy and we know the reason

The day has arrived for a new cricket season

Excitement abounds as you go down Wamil Way

It’s the start of the season and a new game to play.

FOOTNOTE

It’s the start of the season and a new game to play.

What a better way to watch than with a pint of IPA

ANON:- 2010