The V&A CC is in rude health. We were oversubscribed for nearly every game, and sometimes had 12 or even 14 to rotate on the day. This was partly due to bungling or weakness on my part: players clambered eagerly aboard and I thought, what the fuck, someone is bound to die or get banged up before Saturday but it didn’t happen. Some, like Adam, feel that playing 12 or more is wallyish. Personally I like the luxury of sitting out a few overs and chatting to the old biddies on the boundary. Speaking of which they created the most exotic and delectable lunches, better than ever. Teas too, with memorable cakes and scones. My own efforts are industrial by comparison. I regret bringing the wrong sort of tea bags, Lapsang Suchong or Orange Pekoe, forget which, but the oiks that I am forced to spend my days with at […]
Ashcroft elected to bat first on a greener wicket than that of last week against a 9-man Stonor CC in a timed game. Sadly, there was not time enough to complete the game before the rain came down and stayed down.
The Legends, as is proudly emblazoned on their score book, was founded in 2004 by the urbane Matt Simmonds, and are a team who approach the game with a sense of fair play and general joie de vivre which has been sadly lacking in recent matches.
The local derby has a special place in all sport. They are the games that players play for and spectators most relish throughout a season. Bragging rights are on the line and matches can see the odd moment of tension between players.
All was harmony after the previous week when Nick P-G’s reversing of the normal batting order – to give some batting to tail-enders – caused disquiet. We batted first in a conventional 35-over game, opening with Ross and Andy Taylor, who saw off some sound bowling by Acme’s Harris and Saraf, to reach 50 without loss, scoring at a brisk 5 an over.
“It is poor form to take offence at personal comments in a match report”, whined old has-been, Tim Young to me over lunch. He might regret that. The rest of the Thebertons team where rather young and fit (or in the case of local estate agent, Alexander Risdon, young).