Match Report
Sunday 25 Aug -v- Blue Bell Hill at Blue Bell Hill
With the skip unavailable, the captaincy fell into the rather cavalier hands of the man with no skin. With a high probability that GT would at some time bowl his airy spin the day was set for a veritable run feast.
Glenn duly won the toss and elected to field. After an early breakthrough from Danglers, BBH scored fluently against an attack that, on paper, looked terrifying. Indeed it seemed that only the sparkling form of a resurgent Duckie Schultz behind the stumps, stood between total rout. Eventually BBH tired of the monotonous sight of ball crossing boundary line and declared at 229-6. After a rallying tea-time speech from Limp, Chuckles and Darkie set about the task like men possessed. Mark was so possessed that he managed to run out John before he had even reached the striker’s end. This early setback gave way to a productive partnership between Mark and Potent Sperm, who added fifty before falling in quick succession. The middle order made its usual bold statement –‘We Are All Crap’ -and then made way for the sting in the tail. Slack joined Daz with the team teetering on the brink, at 107 for 7 and then picked up the tempo with a display of crude slogging and hoicking over garden walls, which we have become accustomed to. Even Darren caught on to the idea of the attacking shot and fruitfully edged a couple of fours. With the pendulum of fortune swinging back in our favour and only six runs required we lost both Moyse and Timms in quick succession, the latter to a shrewd LBW decision. The finishing touches were provided by Warren and an old grey man in a towel; victory achieved with a ball to spare and a wicket in hand.
Plentiful celebration was partaken of in the host’s bar and the skip was recounted the whole story in the Bull later.
Pen Pics
Darkie -Rumoured to have sulked when fielding.
Chuckles -Have to be quicker off the mark for the quick single.
HSC -Another sound batting contribution from the fertile one.
Duckie -Inspired stumping off the rapid Steve Martin, in addition to two catches.
Donnatello -Disappointed that there was no pizza on offer at tea-time.
Lardy - Only ten an over from the stout boy
LSC -Deary deary me.
Danglers -Another drab fifty after bowling his medium pace nothing stuff
Slack -Has obviously learnt some of the finer arts of captaincy from the skip. Ridiculous sixes.
Slug -Struck winning run and bowled like the tart we know he is.
B'Stard -The most casual number eleven any one has ever come across.