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Ode to Lance Klusener

Klusener could whack it, yes Lance,

To spinners, down wicket, he'd dance,   

No defensive tricks, 

  He smote them for six,

The same for the quicks without prance.

 

Sometimes he could bowl pretty quick,

Sometimes the batsmen he'd trick. 

  Gave balance to the side, 

  Served country with pride,

All without ever being a *****

 

His best score V England, remember?

Our bowlers he got to dismember. 

  Zulu hit it so high 

  Way up into the sky,

It didn't come down 'til November.

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david-bird
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Mar 1, 2010
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Lovely Long-Limbed Lance was, challenged only by Jonty Rhodes, as my favourite South African cricketer.

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