Batting: Finley Charles 26, Charlie Johnston 24, Ned Snashall 22

Bowling: Jack Tunningley 4/14, Ned Snashall 3/12, Sam Bullock 1/16

Lose Yourself- EmineMCCCC

Look... Royals had... one shot... one opportunity...

To seize everything they ever wanted... one moment...

Did they capture it? Or just let it slip?

Yo

Jacks palms are sweaty, Eddie’s arms are heavy

Harry’s dirtied his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

Ned’s nervous, but on scoring we’ve got Narelle Luchetti

Coach drops lineups, but they are all forgetting

what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

Sam opens his account and the shots all come out

Cobras are chokin, how? Parents are jokin now

Their luck’s just run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!

Ned’s back to reality, OHH! defies gravity

OHH! Here comes Jack, he smoked ‘em

He's so rad, but he won't

Give up easy nope, Finley won't have it

He knows, his own way to these ropes

It don't matter, Ollie’s dope

We knows that, but that stroke!

Eddie’s so pumped that he knows

when Haz goes back for the third run

that's when it's

back to the crease again, yo, the field shifts again

Chaz captures this moment and hit it straight past ‘em

You better - lose yourself with the Royal, the semi final

They owned it, they never let it go (go)

They only had one shot, and did not miss their chance to grow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better - lose yourself with the Royal , now grand final

They own it, they’ll never let it go (go)

They only get one shot, and won’t miss their chance to show

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better..