"When an old cricketer leaves the crease
Well you never know whether he's gone.
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse
of a twelth man at silly mid-on
And it could be Geoff and It could be John
with a new ball stinging his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee
and it could be the sting in the ale."

Another hero gone - "I just don't know what's going off out there"