I hugged a few strangers this afternoon.
With or without beer?
You won't forget that in a hurry.
Nor will the people who you hugged either
What pot luck to buy a ticket for today of all days.
Gratitude is most definitely in order
With.
My friend couldn't get the four tickets he wanted together for day 3 so bought them for day 4. He was driving up Saturday from London with the other two friends, but on Friday was feeling so guilty about getting tickets for the wrong day and denying us decent cricket, he phoned and managed to obtain 3 tickets for Saturday. So the other 3 were pleased enough with that without knowing what was in store.
I had a delay getting to the ground, and then there was some confusion about where I was meeting my friend to get my ticket, so that we were only just taking our seats as the first ball was being bowled.
What surprised me was the level of hope in the crowd from the start. Maybe it was because of the encouraging way it had finished the day before, maybe the sunshine, maybe Yorkshire people are generally optimistic (!), but not only every single was roared but every dot ball, from the start and even after the stuttering fall of wickets. And then extra volume added for the midfields, the 6s, the bad reviews.
It was all glorious, it was all magical, it was all unreal, it was all perfect.