Somerset v Essex, Taunton
One Bowler too many, one bowler too few
The prospects of victory for Somerset had long since ridden off into the sunset, even before the fourth day of this game had started. A sporting declaration by Essex skipper Paul Grayson had never arrived - instead, the visitors had endeavoured to bat the home side out of the contest and take their chances with the English weather, clearly aware of the damage Durham had done at the same venue recently.
Such a timid approach was ultimately rewarded with its just desserts. With the injured Danish Kaneria unavailable, Essex were hard-pressed to do any more than chip away at one end. At the other stood the oldest man in the English first class game, one Peter Duncan Bowler, born an M5 motorway dash away almost 41 years before.
He needs special dispensation nowadays to bat away from Taunton, groundsmen being particularly concerned regarding the damage that zimmer frames can do to their manicured lawns, but at the tree-stump-lined County Ground with its short boundaries and even shorter, non-taxing stroll from the comfy chair in the pavilion to the middle, Bowler is in his element.
Bowler batted for over six hours in this his 45th hundred, still an awful long way behind Graeme Hick who notched up his 125th the other day, but not bad for an 'old un'. There was never a chance that Somerset would be induced into chasing a mirage of a victory target as high as 475, but a Bowler masterclass is entertainment enough. Make the most of them - there may not be too many more.
Anyway, back to less interesting matters. Essex huffed and puffed, Grayson was left to rue his ultra-cautious decision of the previous day, the rains came, the players took an early tea, Peter Bowler had bread and milk, drank his tea out of a saucer, lost his dentures, found them again, fed the cat, had a little nap and was still far too good for Essex when they got back out again, finally ending undefeated on 138