A touch of poetry in memory of cricketing legend Tony Greig…
Six-foot-six and with a pre-existing medical condition, he was familiar with hard work and determination,
Greigy had so much resolve and he demanded things evolve, and left his mark with each and every cricketing nation.
When he stuck it to us in the 70s like no other player could, a special bond began to strengthen and take hold,
Thence adopted as our own affectionate son he thus became and he remained as tried and tested Aussie gold.
Now to mention one fine moment of his playing days of old, he was batting on a treacherous Indian track,
…On that day in ‘76 he scored a captain’s century, with a stomach bug that surely no other man could hack.
For he inspired and he led, and firmly stood by what he said – not to mention on occasions copping flak,
But he made us think, made us delve, and made us question ourselves, with just one rule – don’t ever waste life looking back.
Our gregarious Greigy was the same as ‘oke’ and ‘bloke’ as he maintained his life-long caring for the game,
So wherever he was or on whichever team he spoke he said it straight, and free from shackles, guilt or shame.
For behind his burly manner was his loyalty to all, and the equality of all men held as men,
So both on and off the field and to the fans on any call he expressed it as he saw it, over and over, again and again.
So may you don a panama hat and walk a young man to the pitch, give him your keys and tell him what he’s sposed to do,
But don’t forget to make a mention of the big man Tony Greig, and how he advanced the game, plus kept it pure and true.
written by Andy Coey
30 December, 2012
…and here’s the big man in action, having a lorf…