This was originally written and posted in March 2017, I think that we can now change that date to 2022
2030
‘What was the County Championship Dad?’
asked the inquisitive little boy
‘Ah my son, it were right grand
Four days of total joy,
Watching the lads doing there stuff
Fast bowlers on full deploy.
‘What happened to the County Championship Dad?’
The little boy asked again,
‘Ah my son, back in 2020,
We knew it was under strain
And then finally it was put to rest
As it had little financial gain,’
‘Was it like T20 Dad?
All dancing girls and beer,
Free Tshirts and furry mascots
And encouragement to cheer
With plastics things to bang together
So that no one else can hear?’
‘No my son, not at all like that,
This was a proper day out,
With flask and blanket and sandwiches
Friends to meet round about,
No better way to spend 4 days
That is with out a doubt.’
‘So will the County Championship ever return’
The little boy asked in hope,
‘No my son, never to return
It was on a slippery slope,
Sadly you’ll never know the joy
Of a wander over the boundary rope’
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