England Women won the toss and chose to bowl first. India struggled to build partnerships and posted 143/8 in 29 overs (Smriti 42, Deepti 30; Ecclestone 3/27). After a brief rain delay, England‘s revised target was 115 runs (DLS).
England chased it comfortably in 21 overs, winning by 8 wickets. Amy Jones remained unbeaten on 46, while Ecclestone was named Player of the Match for her 3-wicket haul. With the series now tied at 1-1, the decider will be played on 22nd July in Chester-le-Street.
England Women Stun India Women
At Lord’s, where history softly breathes,
Where echoes live in willow sheaths,
The morning held a gentle chill,
And fate sat quiet, calm, and still.
The toss was won by red and white,
England chose to chase the fight.
And so the blues took up the blade,
In hopes a bold knock would be made.
But early on, their dreams were bruised,
As Rawal walked — her edge confused.
Just 3 from 10, no fours to show,
Arlott struck with pace and flow.
Smriti came, with eyes so still,
With poise and fire, elegant will.
Five fours she placed with perfect grace,
But time would cut her dreamy chase.
She stood for 42 off 51,
Till Smith returned and her spell begun.
Harleen came with a steady hand,
Tried to hold the shifting sand.
Sixteen she made with patience deep,
But Ecclestone made her soul leap.
Caught and bowled — a bowler’s charm,
And India felt the first alarm.
Captain Kaur then strode with pride,
But lasted just a fleeting ride.
Seven from nine, a single four,
Ecclestone’s turn — she struck once more.
Rodrigues walked with hope anew,
But 3 from 8 — her bat withdrew.
Dean held firm with clever spin,
And caught her soft — a gentle win.
Richa Ghosh, the stumper star,
Faced seven, but the runs were far.
A soft LBW — the finger rose,
Ecclestone, again, composed.
The middle crumbled, hearts went numb,
The score read low, the batters glum.
But Deepti stood — a calming sea,
With shots of calm intensity.
Her 30 runs from 34,
Two sweetly timed, then nothing more.
With her stood Reddy, grit in eyes,
A quiet knock — no grand disguise.
Fourteen from 18, tried her best,
Till Smith returned and broke the rest.
Rana came with flashes bright,
A six-run cameo full of fight.
Three balls she faced with fearless art,
But Arlott’s pace tore it apart.
Kranti then, with bat held low,
Scraped four from nine — a dying glow.
And with that stand, the innings closed,
On 143, the curtains dozed.
From 29 overs, eight had gone,
With extras adding sweet sixteen drawn.
A score not big, but one with grit,
On Lord’s that day, they wouldn’t quit.
Then England came to write their tale,
With eyes on gold, and calm, not pale.
Tammy Beaumont, swift and bold,
Struck five fine fours, her rhythm gold.
Thirty-four from thirty-five —
She set the chase in steady drive.
But Rana spun a sudden turn,
And sent her back, with fire to burn.
Amy Jones stood like morning light,
Composed and clear, her game so right.
She anchored firm, she watched the ball,
She built the chase and steadied all.
Forty-six not out she stayed,
With five clean fours — pure skill displayed.
Sciver came, the English knight,
But twenty-one was her final fight.
Kranti Goud with clever charm,
Took her out — a soft alarm.
Then Dunkley walked, no rush, no fear,
Nine from nine — the win drew near.
And with her calm and steady hand,
Jones sealed it with quiet command.
In just 21 overs, the match was done,
England had chased beneath the sun.
With eight wickets still in their hand,
They smiled as one, a polished band.
Yet even in loss, India shone,
With Deepti’s steel and Smriti’s tone.
With Rana’s spell and Goud’s fine flair,
They left a mark upon that air.
Ecclestone, with fingers gold,
Took three and watched the tale unfold.
Arlott and Smith, each took two,
The bowlers strong, the lines so true.
So numbers passed, and stats may stay,
But what remains from that Lord’s day —
Is girls in blue, with hearts so wide,
Still holding pride though time may slide.
Player of the Match Sophie Ecclestone smiled,
“Lord’s lets the ball skid; the spin was mild.”
She felt the rain relent in time, her fingers found their gleam,
Three wickets taken clean—her craft the quiet theme.
Captain Harman owned the sting:
“We didn’t bat well enough, yet 143 wasn’t a hollow thing.
The toss mattered, yes, but our pacers missed those early blows—
We’ll park this day behind us; to Durham fresh resolve now goes.”
Skipper Nat laughed at cricket’s quirks:
“It’s a funny, odd game; you just switch on when duty lurks.
The openers eased our path, the fielders nearly flawless—aside from drops.
I’m proud of how we owned our roles; now one to go, no stops.”
Cricket’s not just score or fame,
It’s how you play the hardest game.
And in defeat, they stood so tall,
In front of stumps, in spite of fall.
At Lord’s, where stories softly roam,
The girls in blue still called it home.
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