In my playing days I used to play for a wandering XI (ie we didn't have a home ground). We weren't a bad standard - a couple of good cricketers, half a dozen serviceable ones and three or four (of which I was one) to make up the numbers.
It was all social stuff, but there was a bit of needle in an annual contest against the University academic staff. The game was played on a Wednesday afternoon quite late in the season and we always struggled to raise a side and they always used to win easily and were an arrogant bunch - one year in a desperate attempt to get our own back we persuaded someone’s mate, a bloke from St Vincent, to play for us with two of his mates, fellow West Indians, and told the enemy we had a three pronged pace attack.
We opened up with the lad from St Vincent. We knew we had played semipro football and he later proved that he wasn't too bad with the bat, if a little ungainly, but despite the long run up his bowling was dreadful. His opening partner was a bit better, but only after he slowed down to something a little over medium pace.
We were beginning to feel a bit stupid when the third one wandered halfway back to the sight screen and turned out to be another woeful pace bowler. Fortunately after a couple of overs from him, and once the oppo had stopped laughing, he proved to be a very competent leg spinner and we got the bastards out for next to nothing and won easily.
The moral of the tale being that one decent Shane Warne is much more use than three ersatz Jofra Archers
