Windsor 3s march into the valley of death
Windsor 3s 134 all out
Maidenhead & Bray 135/4
Half a league, half a Thames Valley league, half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the 11 fine cricketers. “Forward the Light Brigade! . Charge for opening bowler!” Bradbury said. Into the valley of Death Rode the 11.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. Theirs set to make a total, Theirs not to reason why the total was sooo low, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the 11 to a score of 134.
Impudent Berkshire colt to right of them, Hard hitting batsman to left of them, cultural left hander behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, While bowler after bowler fell, They that had fielded soooo well Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them, Left of 11.
When can their glory fade? the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Richie Noble and the other 10!