It was THE summertime.
Running home to see Fred, Vaughn & Warne finish the days game.
Hero’s. Plenty. It’s a strange feeling,
Spectating futures history.
Four weeks of sporting bliss.
Ashes. Iconic moment in time.
The roses out performing the world,
Out performing the best, Australia.
England. Wicket over wicket.
Two to one.
Standing in front of the TV,
Watching the final stump fall.
I burnt the images and memories;
My own personal urn of ash.