So, I went round to my mates house with about 8 others to watch the cricket with all of us thinking that we should win it but it won't be a push over. Things got a bit tense until we broke the main partnership and then we cooly watched us limit the Kiwi's to 241... Nearly job done, track looks hard to score on but we should do this with a few overs to spare, so the thinking of the crowd in the front room...
Read later on - err, what's going on here...? Root, what you doing...!!! Unlucky Bairstow lad, jeez, were in a bit here... Come on Captain Morgan... Oh wait, what you doing, NOOOO...!!
We all then said we can't win, then we could. I said we would lose by 8-10 runs, a couple said by more, some by less, but no one had us winning... But thank the Lord, or whoever it is who looks down and says your hand is the winning hand because if we thought getting to match the 241 runs was exciting what came next even surpassed that.
The mood swings in all of us sat watching what unfolded before us is something that I doubt anyone us will see again, or feel again. Once we smacked 15 we all thought we'd done it. But hey ho, what did we know, Neesham had other thoughts and smacked a huge 6 to sit us all down once again, head in our hands, grown men crying, Pete on his hands and knees wishing for the world to swallow him up... Step forward Jeffrey Archer, he who sent his first ball down as a wide which didn't go down well with us. In truth he nearly cost us the win, watch the last ball he sent down, had the Kiwi missed it would have been called a wide and one extra run and another ball to be delivered...
Anyway, the ball was hit, the Kiwi's needed 2, the ball was collected in the deep Roy through a bullet of a throw, Buttler did the rest...!!
Praise be, we've won the World Cup...!!! Unbelievable... How did we do it... Robbed 'em, How must the Kiwi's be feeling like now... Oh my days what a game of cricket we have just witnessed...
Well done to the England boys, commiserations to the Kiwi's who put up one hell of a fight, cricket was the winner...
Read later on - err, what's going on here...? Root, what you doing...!!! Unlucky Bairstow lad, jeez, were in a bit here... Come on Captain Morgan... Oh wait, what you doing, NOOOO...!!
We all then said we can't win, then we could. I said we would lose by 8-10 runs, a couple said by more, some by less, but no one had us winning... But thank the Lord, or whoever it is who looks down and says your hand is the winning hand because if we thought getting to match the 241 runs was exciting what came next even surpassed that.
The mood swings in all of us sat watching what unfolded before us is something that I doubt anyone us will see again, or feel again. Once we smacked 15 we all thought we'd done it. But hey ho, what did we know, Neesham had other thoughts and smacked a huge 6 to sit us all down once again, head in our hands, grown men crying, Pete on his hands and knees wishing for the world to swallow him up... Step forward Jeffrey Archer, he who sent his first ball down as a wide which didn't go down well with us. In truth he nearly cost us the win, watch the last ball he sent down, had the Kiwi missed it would have been called a wide and one extra run and another ball to be delivered...
Anyway, the ball was hit, the Kiwi's needed 2, the ball was collected in the deep Roy through a bullet of a throw, Buttler did the rest...!!
Praise be, we've won the World Cup...!!! Unbelievable... How did we do it... Robbed 'em, How must the Kiwi's be feeling like now... Oh my days what a game of cricket we have just witnessed...
Well done to the England boys, commiserations to the Kiwi's who put up one hell of a fight, cricket was the winner...
