The promotion bandwagon rumbles on inexorably, with a slight hollow and pyrrhic feel to it. I'm honestly not complaining about winning, especially not after last season, I just wish I felt as though I'd actually had to do something to earn it. The next two weeks will be similar to today, but then it's the biggy! The promotion-deciding rematch against Dragnets, who I narrowly beat by one wicket in the first week of the season.
The sixteen thousand Gurs fans who turned out today could be forgiven for feeling as though they'd been slightly short-change, with less than 150 runs scored in the match, fewer than 50 overs bowled, and four of their heroes sitting out the win, with Sunday's trip to Liverpool Lightening in the Blind Cricket Cup in mind. Yet a run-fest could still have been on the cards against a pathetically weak opposition attack, were it not for the pragmatist in Gurs' Skipper Patel getting the better of the entertainer. There was an audible groan at quarter past ten, when Patel called correctly an invited rooky outfit Westside to bat, thus ending any hope of a spectacle.
But the Crowd didn't have to wait long for something to cheer, as Edworthy had Henderson, the one class Westside batsman, trapped in front for just 9 (18), and from then on the pressure didn't relent. In a courageous move Patel bowled out his openers, RFM Edworthy and RHS Bridges M, and the pair didn't disappoint. With five victims in his first eight supersonic overs, Edworthy must have been confident of surpassing his career-best figures of 6/20, but despite a raft of close calls and half chances, he went wicketless in his last two, to record 10/2/16/5. Bridges M, in contrast, never really seemed to get out of third gear, but had far too much class in his 10/3/27/2, meaning that by the time Patel had to call on his support cast, West Side were already teetering on 45/7.
Life facing Crick and Mullins seemed a little easier for Westside, so imagine the Gurs' celebrations, when just as a partnership was in its embryonic stages, No.9 Speedy did the bowlers work for them by tapping it out to Wynne-Willson at Mid-On, and setting off for a run which Japanese fighter-pilots and teenage fans of Judas Priest would have been proud of! - It would have been harder for left-handed Wynne-Willson to miss, and a moment later Speedy was hanging his head - But was it to avoid looking at the replay? or the scoreboard? which read 50/8. Longrig offered up doughty resistance for the visitors from No.3, facing 77 balls for his disjointed 19, but The fat lady began to clear her throat when he was struck in line by a delivery from Crick, just five runs later - Though as it transpired the scales were premature.
There is a term in cricket to describe number elevens, known as Ferrets, as they go in after the rabbits. If that concept can indeed be extrapolated any further, then the Westside final pair are, or at least should be, Yorkshiremen, as they go after the ferrets. Yet the hopelessly inadequate Fern and Murphy possessed the courage, application and determination all too lacking in their team-mates, as they kept the inevitable at bay for a stupefying twelve overs. Yes, they only managed to score fifteen runs in that time, yes, they were dropped twice each, and yes their efforts ultimately made no difference whatsoever to the course of the match. But Neil Fern will recount to his grandchildren until his dying day, the day he drove fast bowler Crick through the covers for four, and this is indeed the type of spirit the entire side will need to show if their to avoid slipping through the trap-door into the newly-created Division VI. But All good things must come to an end, and in this instance it was the umpires grumbling stomach which dictated when that should be - As there was a clear two inches of daylight between Andrew's off-break and Murphy's bat when the umpire inexplicably awarded the catch and removed the bails for lunch, leaving Westside 70 A/O.
Cymru Gurgitaters' reply was sedate and unflustered, but perhaps that's not really what was required, given the ease of the task in hand. Jason Creasy looked every inch the man playing for his future in his watchful 29* (37), but, well as Creasy played, surely if Vayro had his time again he'd have substituted him for the clubbing bat of Patel? As it was, he was forced to watch helplessly as precious NRR points went begging, with just two boundaries struck, (both by Bennett), in The Gurs' 13.1 over chase. Bennett once again showed glimpses of what a prospect he could one day become, but once again gave his wicket away unnecessarily, bowled by Fern for 31 (38), just six short of victory. Patel led his team home for the second time this week, but as on Sunday, the winning runs came via Mr. X, as the hapless Speedy misdirected his eighth and final delivery way down the leg side.
Ratings of a second-string side on TIE.
Cymru Gurgitaters
westside
Top Order:
mediocre
woeful
Middle Order:
feeble
abysmal
Lower Order:
abysmal
worthless
Seam Bowling:
mediocre
abysmal
Spin Bowling:
mediocre
useless
Fielding:
woeful
woeful
MOTM:
Edworthy