C.E.C.C.| Shepherds Cot | Crouch End | North London | N8 8JJ
We won. It was awesome.
It was pretty hot and with common sense totally intact, I elected to bowl first. Fastbowler and Hemant provided a very strong opening, ripping through much of the top order with a tone of casualness and regularity. It was certainly very strange, we were sharp in the field, everyone seemed lively and it was if this team had been winning for fun, like future Leicester City. I had never experienced this on a Sunday. I didn't want to think it, but at 41-4,…Continue
In films there are moments where the director allows the characters to fall into slow-motion and, I don't know, break something accidentally, creating great, if somewhat cheesy, tension. If our game was a cricket-film, the dismissal of Felix would be in slow-motion. The bowler, flying high, attempted an audacious catch off his bowling, only to fail to collect it before a bounce. "Phew," we thought collectively, on the boundary, as everything sped up to normal-time. But no, (and I really…Continue
Getting to the ground after a tense England watch (rugby) meant that I may have been thinking rugby more than cricket, but I think we'll all agree the ground looked like it had had a rugby match played on it, contradictory to it's prestigious reputation as the field of dreams.
Anyhow, it was declared by the ever cheerful skipper (who is beginning to groom a ginger mullet) that we should drown, oh no that action made by him was bowl. We bowled first.
Varun and Ian opened up. It…Continue
It's fair to say that against another opposition this game would've been called off, but credit has to go to the pure insanity and overenthusiastic attitude of our oppo during what many would've described as heavy rain, torrential, flash flood, end of the world weather and it is thanks to them and their bowling that we can revel in the delight of a win.
Felix (on his return) either won or lost the toss and we ended up batting. Both openers enjoyed fleeting clear skies but soon after…Continue