C.E.C.C.| Shepherds Cot | Crouch End | North London | N8 8JJ
After years of hearing complaints of Andrew always putting us into bat first (get well soon, Sir), the plan so far this season has been to give us something to aim for and, now the timed game is here, the option of a winning draw, or simply the joy of watching the oppo let a victory slip away. So imagine my surprise when I won the toss and took to the field only for a group of grown men (and FB) to start moaning about the heat of the day, muttering Mad Dogs and Englishmen under their…Continue
Quite a strange end to the season for the Sunday XI. A regular fixture against Grymsdyke has been a good choice in levelling the playing field in a friendly. However, what should have been a fairly tight affair turned into a rout, and for the first time in my underwhelming experience as captain, one in our favour.
After losing the toss and being put into bat, we lost 3 cheap wickets and looked like we’d be in for an early tea, but in came Waqas and settled down to bat. I adopted…Continue
Definition of a Hungarian goulash – basically, a few leftovers put together with a bit of meat about to turn a.k.a. Crouch End IVs. The ingredients this week, the usual creaking backbone, with a couple of added colts, a nag returned from retirement and, yes, a Hungarian who, despite his enthusiasm, had never lifted a bat in his life. And so, on a hot sweltering day in Wembley, the stew was put out to simmer.
Despite a half decent start, the short boundary, slow wicket and erratic…Continue
As if the monsoon season had fallen on England’s fair shores, thunder rolled, lightening flashed and rain poured through Friday night, but by Saturday morning the sky had cleared and, with the Edmonton wicket now bathing in sunshine, it was time to don the hat and put on the lotion. Taking advantage of his meteorological knowledge of such tropical conditions, Mo chose to bat after winning the toss, calling tails on a Hungarian coin (which, unbeknownst to the oppo skip, happens to have no…Continue