Match Report
Thursday 20 June –v- West Kent Boys Brigade
The inclusion of Billy Webb, in for his first midweek excursion of the term, must have sent shuddering recollections through the youthful minds of our quarry, whilst the hub of the unbeaten ‘Shirts’ remained unchanged.
Our glorious leader failed in the tossing exercise (somewhat surprisingly as he had only just put Rustler down) and returned to inform us that we were to field. A quick team practice bowl, revealed to all, except GT and Bill (couldn’t land one on the track), that the strip was taking the sort of radical spin that was tailor-made for our assortment of Drifters and Spinners. The skip always one to ignore popular belief, chose to open with the fiery pace of Chuckles, who ensured that, despite the left/ right opening combination he could comfortably bowl wides to either by swapping from over the wicket to around depending on the circumstance. At the other end Gordy was unlucky that an airy shot went close enough to Bill, to ensure there was no chance taken, whilst Darkie looked on. A couple of weeks ago, a setback such as that could easily have led to wholesale lethargy in the field, but under the revitalised leadership of Herr Timms, the side bears that familiar look of invincibility. Lardy and Spad relieved the ailing openers, achieving differing results. The slender buttocked Whale returned a brace, whilst Chris finished his spell with an indignant kick at the ball - Yes it was ‘the arse’ The WKBB innings meandered to an unimpressive close, at the hands of Tubby Clark whose rehabilitation from the Fat,Drunk,Useless game appears to be nearly complete. Special mention to the general (no not you Bill) fielding this week.
1. Tubby Clark - chase to the boundary stopped eventually
2. Bill Webb - chase to the boundary; ball already stopped; Bill ran past!
3. Chris Wilsdon - a lesson in slip fielding for the physically challenged
Our response was even more conclusive than last week. Bill made a mockery of last year’s 64 by returning to the style we are more used to seeing and we were then treated to a Dark 'n' Danglers run fest as the eighty runs required for victory were rattled up in fewer than nine overs. Victory was only slightly soured by a quite disgraceful show of petulant arrogance from Moyse, who felt it necessary to follow his match-winning six, by walking straight off the pitch shouting ‘Is that it then’ Splendid Marstons in the Rising Sun, vouchers for free glasses, talk of Manchester Tours and Mini-buses and Football is coming home!!
