Cricket Mates...

[Greynomad]

Two 90-year-old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day.
One day Mike says,
"Joe, we both loved cricket all our lives, and we played cricket on Saturdays together for so many years.
"Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's bat and ball there and the game is played there!”
Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed,
“Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.”

Shortly after, Joe passes on.

A couple of nights later, at midnight, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,
"Mike, Mike!”
"Who is it?” asks Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Mike, it's me, Joe!”
"You're not Joe.... Joe just died!”
"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe." insists the voice.
"Joe! Where are you now?”
"In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Mike.
"The good news," Joe says,"is that there's bat and ball in heaven and they do play cricket here!
"Better yet, all our old friends who died before us are here, too.
"Better than that, we're all young again.
"Better still, it's always springtime and it never rains or snows.
"And best of all, we can play cricket all we want, and we never get tired."

“That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So, what's the bad news?”
”You're in the team for this Saturday!!!"