Curse you weather gods

21 06 2008

Lessa Christ Church – home – abandoned

A call early on Saturday morning from our groundsman ended this weeks game. Anyhow, as a tribute to the weather gods, here’s a haiku about rain:

The clouds bring sadness
Sadness because the sun’s gone
Rain filled with sorrow

By Vic Johnson





That’s Another Fine Mess …..

16 06 2008

Old Wilsonians – home – lost

In another fine display of reliance on key players the Wrotham brave were soundly beaten on Saturday. We were up against it from the start; only ten players as our opening bowler and decent batsman was AWOL due to matrimonial duties. Although, we should be thankful that Wee Steve was around to make up the eleven. On top of this Chuffer wasn’t available!

Things started brightly enough, Capn Rick won the toss and “put them in”. Toes Buss got us underway with some beguiling bowling and we had two quick wickets that not only lifted spirits but also put the willies up Willies. The next ten overs went by with some tight bowling coupled with some good fielding and the score was 32 for 2 off 16 overs. We were looking at a low scoring game. Unfortunately, that is when the wheels started to come off and we slipped into a lethargic decline that allowed the opposition to post an incredible 208 by the end of the 40th over. Heads were down.

After a brief respite for tea and cakes it was time to see what we could do about this total. Bugger all as it turned out. Wickets fell and we offered very little resistance bar some dogged defense from the Lordswood Faithful and we fell short by 100 runs. Again, we rely on Stacy and Capn Rick to hit all the runs and everyone else chips in where they can. This is just not sustainable.

Were there any positives? Yes, the quiet man of Wrotham cricket, Rob Fennings, turned out to be a bit of a find behind the stumps and took a sharp catch. Additionally, there were very few extras. Certainly, the wide-fest at the start of the season was absent which is good news.

Man of the Match
As much as it pains me to say this as we’ll never hear the end of it, this prestigious title must go to Tony Gue. Despite taking an awful sledging from the opposition and a pounding from the bowlers (it’s nice to hear that much swearing on a Wrotham cricket pitch again) he bludgeoned the ball to the boundary to achieve a career best and walked off the pitch undefeated.