"LONDON, Wednesday. - English critics, who roundly condemned the Australian bowling after the first day at Worcester, changed their tune after seeing Hornibrook skittle six this morning." - Cable
When critics of cricket incautiously criticise Ere the conditions they carefully learn, The conner of cables, all callous to pity, sighs, "Done it again! Talking out of their turn!" For the critic of cricket, His eye on the wicket, Endeavours to stick it And justify tips; But a cricketer, hitting A loose one, omitting A caution that's fitting, Gets caught in the slips. So critics of cricketing critics grow critical: "Call themselves critics!" They cry with a whoop. "In spite of their surveys and schemes analytical, Something bobs up, and they're all in the soup!" According to Whitak -- Er, no cricket critic, Tho' wisely politic, Was ever yet born Who hedged not a little On prophesies brittle When wickets they skittle And laugh him to scorn. So criticise cautiously, critics of cricketing, Deal in the deft, diplomatic effect; For the goodness of Chance ev'ry outpost is picketing, Keep to confute you where least you expect. When batting collapses An "if" or "perhaps" is, In covering lapses, A wonderful word. For wickets grow sticky, And bowling gets tricky And, suddenly -- Crickey! You do look absurd!
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