Hate that phrase

When I get to heaven's gate
I'll ask each passing player and his mate
"If a batter gets a strangle
What's your angle?"

Six off mid-wicket's hand
Into the third man stand
Stumped off a wide
Down the leg side
The grubber that rolled
Leaving you bowled
The one-handed snatch
Lbw off an oily patch

It's not just,
But off you go, you're bust
Then the whole team gives it
"Unlucky sod, but we'll take it"
Don't you hate that phrase

So, with the pearly gate ajar,
I'll request of near and far
"If the batter gets a strangle
What's you angle?"
Each one who mutters
"We'll take it"
Skids to hell on a cart
No false start

Excuse me, I'm not pure,
But I'm sure
The wise old umpire, God,
Will nod.