All You Hughesy, A Poem
There isn't much scarier in cricket that a cricket ball coming at your head
Simply put, you have two options - attack or defend
If you can't do either, short balls you'll get fed
Like sledging, it's cricket, if you play cricket, you've made that bed.
That's why promising careers/dreams of battlers around the world stop
That's why the cream rises to the top
Good luck without a pull shot
Sickening accidents happen, even to the cream of the crop
The cricketing world is here to rally around Sean Abbot and Phil Hughes
Awaiting some positive news, please, nothing except positive news
We, me, the world never knew how loved Hughes was as we watched from a distant view
To be true, he was just the guy Chris Martin dominated, we saw it through a different hue
Everything else seems irrelevant
The support is loud, here's hoping Hughes can hear it
The game we love is played, minds are elsewhere, distant
Can I say I'm proud? This is cricket