Very Lazy Skipper Report/Poem v Bersham 2nds

15/06/2024 Skipper’s Match Report by a very lethargic Captain William Webster

Bersham 2nds: 208-9 (37 overs)

MIMCC : 116 all out (36.1 overs)

Bersham won by 92 runs

Link to scorecard – https://mynyddisamaeshafn.play-cricket.com/website/results/6272154

Having had to depart early from this week’s encounter with Bersham, rather than make up portions of my match report, I’ve let ChatGPT make them up instead, and commissioned a poem. (Editor’s note – this has to go down as the laziest match report written since the days of a certain VC Gresty and his match report entitled ‘Cheetahs’ and nothing else).

The Epic Clash at Bersham: Mynydd Isa & Maeshafn’s Tale

In times of summer, when the sun’s embrace,

Brought forth warriors to the cricketing space,

There stood Mynydd Isa & Maeshafn bold,

On Bersham’s field, their saga to unfold.

The captains met, and destiny was cast,

With Mynydd Isa’s choice to bowl at last.

The pitch was prepped, the boundaries were drawn,

The game commenced at the first light of dawn.

Bersham’s batsmen, with courage and skill,

Faced our bowlers, with resolve and will.

Jonathan Fagan, a hero in stride,

Four (editor’s note – apologies to Naseer – it was only 3) scalps he claimed, in a spell glorified.

Sanath Shetty, the warrior fierce,

Two more he took, through the batsmen’s pierce.

Yet, Jayesh Jayan, a foe so stout,

Scored seventy-three, his team to tout.

Two hundred and eight, the target decreed,

A daunting pursuit, a test indeed.

Stuart Applewhite fell early in fight,

A mere pair of runs, in the broad daylight.

Will Webster strode forth, his blade in hand,

Sixteen he carved, on the scorched land.

Abs Dey, the stalwart, struck forty bold,

His stand gave hope, as the tale was told.

But fate conspired with the bowlers of Bersham,

Wickets tumbled, and hopes began to slam.

Shins Varghese, a demon with the ball,

Four wickets he took, making giants fall.

Santhu Kj and Lewis, with spells so tight,

Two each they claimed, turning day to night.

Sivaraman Seramanperuman, his blade did wield,

Sixteen he scored, but fell on the field.

At a mere hundred and sixteen, our innings did close,

A valiant effort, yet overcome by foes.

Defeat we faced, but spirits remained high,

For cricket’s essence is to never die.

Points were scant, yet pride stayed alight,

For Mynydd Isa & Maeshafn’s might.

Cricket’s more than victories or defeat,

It’s the heart’s roar and the drum’s beat.

With lessons learned and valor in heart,

We’ll rise again, for a fresh start.

Mynydd Isa & Maeshafn, with heads held high,

Will fight anew, beneath the open sky.

So sing, O muse, of the battles yet to come,

Of glory and honour, beneath the sun.

Mynydd Isa & Maeshafn, with courage unfurled,

Shall etch their legend across the cricketing world.