A tale of 13 Englishmen and how they upended the No.1 Test team in the world:
Strauss promised he’d make them Rew,
their ill-preparedness and inability to decipher swing.
Alistair Cooked their goose with a 294,
Edgbaston was his Baston.
Trott lumbered out muttering,
“My name’s Jon-A-Ton.”
Ian rang the Bell,
the chimes of dethronement.
Kevin hit his stride and
the Indians’ fight Pietered out.
Eoin has not quite had them under the gun,
yet his pellets had bite too.
Ravi has yet to hop and Bop,
but he’ll have his chances.
Matt’s no doormat,
Someone should have warned the men in blue—prior.
Chris had them Tremling in the first,
Bresnan had them cowering later
Stuart saunters in whistling,
“The English bats are Broad,
right to No. 10.”
The English duckling is now a Swann.
And with Anderson sounding the bowling clarion call,
It’s simply “EndJames” for Dhoni.
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