Match Report
Sunday 20 June -v- St John & Seal at Seal Cricket Ground
With Spud back in the harness, it was soon apparent that there would be no repeat of the farcical captaincy of last week. Losing the toss was taken as a matter of course, but Nob was delighted to be asked to bat. Chucks tied the bat to his leg and wafted his pad around at a few deliveries, before he fell to a shot that was appalling even by his high standards of appallingness. Seal seemed intent on depriving us of the opportunity to set a high total by taking an eternity to get through their overs, but Darkie and the two Neils made sure our scoring retained some fluency. Sumo had seemingly cornered the Agricultural Market, since the Northern Migration of ‘OohArgh Gale’ and played a sequence of the ugliest shots you could care to witness. They were nethertheless effective and allied with the more Coaching Manual Style of Tubby Clark, we started to put the bowling to task. With a sound base on which to build, it was left to the aggression of Rhino, to make up for the shortcomings of Craven and Girlie Timms. Both had proved that being able to spank a sponge ball in the lounge at No 90 was no substitute for the real thing. Bill fell trying to accelerate the scoring rate -HAHAHA and Glen was unfortunately run out, after the wicket keeper scared him. With Steve wreaking carnage over the final six overs and the skip partaking in some ‘Average Protection’ we were able to post a score of 172 for 6; Rhino left two shy of fifty. After the tea-time presentation of a leather cap to GT, for services to Cricket in the Gay Community we set to work.
Devastating spells from Old'N'Grey and Merv, put victory well beyond the home side and it became an increasingly intriguing battle to see if we could remove the tail. The wily combination of Knob and V-Nob spinning in tandem, eventually reaped reward, with each bagging a brace of wickets. Bowling two spinners also enabled us to pack more overs into the last hour, but with time ebbing away the last pair had seemingly dug themselves in for the draw. Spud gambled all on a last over recall for The Fox, hoping that his extra fiery pace would unsettle the rabbits; the rest is history.
