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also explains #neverwrongThat would explain my ability to play horizontal bat strokes.
also explains #neverwrongThat would explain my ability to play horizontal bat strokes.
I've heard that the real Heef was quite mean spirited in club cricket and would aim to maim and destroy hapless ill equipped batsman he came up against.I faced Heath Davis in the nets reasonably often, and played once or twice against him when were both at school. One of my top edges off his bowling at school once flew for six, and then over the gym and into the netball courts. He was pretty terrifying, even if he always acted as if he was just mucking about and didn't really care. He also over-stepped constantly, so it felt like I was often facing him from 20 yards rather than 22. I was pretty rubbish though, so I don't recall him ever bouncing me (except after the six, and then the ball was so short I didn't even have to duck) and he wasn't the guy who terrified me most. That was a guy who played against us on a pitch with huge amounts of pace and bounce and who didn't bowl a ball at me that was not aimed at my ribs or head. That was the one time I was truly worried for my safety. I remember after one ball whistled past my nose and I ended up on my backside that I found myself saying aloud "Jesus Christ, its not a f**king test match". That comment seemed to just make things worse. I have never been so relieved to get out in my life (caught at slip, fending a ball away from my face).
I really wish helmets were socially accepted in club cricket when I was younger. I think I would have been far more comfortable batting.I've heard that the real Heef was quite mean spirited in club cricket and would aim to maim and destroy hapless ill equipped batsman he came up against.
My story is not about the fastest bowler I faced as the guy was only medium pace. But they played against us with a compo ball on an artificial. I was 14 years old and he would have been 30 as I played in men's grade from a young age. 5 out of 6 balls were bouncers and the 6th was a yorker. I faced 8 overs of his bowling and saw him off without a helmet as they weren't fashionable to wear in that day and age. I was fearless too and just swayed out of the way each time.
****ing coward looking back on it thinking he was a "he man" for getting it up there with a compo.
I only start to get fearful at 130km plus which simply doesn't happen in my league.I really wish helmets were socially accepted in club cricket when I was younger. I think I would have been far more comfortable batting.
Heath was a hell of a moody fella (probably still is). I can imagine him torturing batsman with limited technique if he was in one of his bad moods. But he never did so with me. Having said that, I do remember one time when he was in an obviously foul mood and the coach told him to go and do some catching practice when he saw me wander into the nets. I always figured the coach wanted to protect me that day. I was pretty poos with bat in hand.
Slight change in topic. Has anyone else had that feeling when you suddenly realise, mid-innings, that you have beaten the fear? I remember a club match where this one guy had put the ****s up me with his pace and bounce. And then he over-pitched one and I smashed it through the covers. And then next ball he bounced me and I leaned back and smashed that one for four too. That was maybe the best feeling I have had with bat in hand. Sadly, the adrenaline got to me and a few overs later I ran myself out going for a suicidal single trying to bring up my 50 (and that 49 was to remain my highest ever club innings).
just goes to show why you shouldn't use a G&M bat imo