Poem: The Nightwatchman

There he is at the crease, no runs on the board, but he won’t be ignored – as he aims for the middle and never heads too far down the pitch.

He is always able, just, to dig it out from the block-hole,

best foot forward, which is obviously right. He’s left with the bat, since Mr Key retired hurt.

His feelings, presumably. (We were all amazed to know he had …