I packed my bag, London fading in the rain,
Gave my bat away, left Essex on the train,
Thirty-two years old, they said my time was through,
Twenty-two years of cricket, that’ll have to do.
Came to Milan cold, the fog rolled through the street,
A month gone by, and fate got on its feet,
They called me to a meeting, said “come on, join the fight,”
1972: we lit up the night.
Milan Cricket! The oldest club in all of Italy,
We’re still here, running wild and running free,
Milan Cricket! Fifty years and still we stand,
One more wicket, one more swing of the hand.
2010: out on the western side,
Nand Kumar brought us home, gave us a place to ride,
Settimo Milanese, under a bigger sky,
He built the field we’re standing on — we won’t say goodbye.
Milan Cricket! The oldest club in all of Italy,
We’re still here, running wild and running free,
Milan Cricket! Fifty years and still we stand,
One more wicket, one more swing of the hand.
Nand Kumar — hey! — we remember your name,
Every run we score is burning with your flame,
This ain’t just a game, it’s blood and it’s home,
Wherever we go, boy, we’re never alone!
Milan Cricket! The oldest club in all of Italy,
We’re still here — can’t you hear that history?
Milan Cricket! Fifty years, and here we stand…
One-two-three… MILAN!
I packed my bag, London fading in the rain,
Gave my bat away, left Essex on the train,
Thirty-two years old, they said my time was through,
Twenty-two years of cricket, that’ll have to do.
Came to Milan cold, the fog rolled through the street,
A month gone by, and fate got on its feet,
They called me to a meeting, said “come on, join the fight,”
1972: we lit up the night.
Milan Cricket! The oldest club in all of Italy,
We’re still here, running wild and running free,
Milan Cricket! Fifty years and still we stand,
One more wicket, one more swing of the hand.
2010: out on the western side,
Nand Kumar brought us home, gave us a place to ride,
Settimo Milanese, under a bigger sky,
He built the field we’re standing on — we won’t say goodbye.
Milan Cricket! The oldest club in all of Italy,
We’re still here, running wild and running free,
Milan Cricket! Fifty years and still we stand,
One more wicket, one more swing of the hand.
Nand Kumar — hey! — we remember your name,
Every run we score is burning with your flame,
This ain’t just a game, it’s blood and it’s home,
Wherever we go, boy, we’re never alone!
Milan Cricket! The oldest club in all of Italy,
We’re still here — can’t you hear that history?
Milan Cricket! Fifty years, and here we stand…
One-two-three… MILAN!