Wednesday
Little Kingshill 272-5 35ovs. (Chubb 6-1-40-2 L. Caesar 80* D. Cornish 73)
Upottery 248-5 35ovs. (N/ Wyatt 55 M. Denslow 52, Chubb 41, G. Kennard 32*)
Huge-scoring match because both teams lacked players, us because most of the guys were on tour in Barry Island, South Wales (the location of the tour should tell you all you need to know about why I didn't go) and Kingshill because few people had been able to tour this year and they only had nine players. I opened the bowling , and my first two overs went for 22 as the Kingshill openers took advantage of the short boundary on the downward side of slope. After four overs they had 54. Eventually, though the ball started coming out of my hand nicely and I managed to get one guy to chip a catch to short midwicket ("Catch it!" I shouted. "What the hell did you think I was going to do!?" replied Bathy), then cleaned bowled the number three. Problem was, we had no pace bowler and runs were easy to come by against our attack of dobbers and U11s (I mean, I'm one of the slowest bowlers you'll ever see!).
I opened as usual and hit five fours and a six. Once more, however, I failed to score a fifty. This is becoming a millstone round my neck (and wait till the next match report!). Denslow, a huge 14 year-old who was playing his third game of cricket ever and whose one shot is a massive cross-the-line hoick, hit five massive sixes and ran only two singles in his innings, bringing up the fifty with the last of the sixes. Kingshill had no fast bowler either so we always stood a chance but boundaries became hard to come by when Cornich, a Sri Lankan, bowled and we petered out.
Saturday
Witheridge 145-9 (S. Drew 5-27)
Upottery 149-2 (P. Legge 54, Chubb 46 (104-run opening partnership)
I did it again! I had batted really well on a wet wicket with Legge, then suddenly I looked up at the board and the guys had put up our scores- 49 and 46. I began to feel incredibly nervous. "Pressure, boys, he's never got a fifty!" chirped the Witheridge keeper. The very next ball I had a massive hoick across the line, trying to get it over with and finally score a fifty. Of course I missed. Witheridge laughed me off the pitch, not altogether unfairly, because it was one of the stupidest things I've ever done, and I was met with several accusations of jug-avoidance from the guys, because that is now the fourth time I have done it. I punched the wall in the dressing room a few times. "It was the worst shot you played all innings, mate" said the captain. It's gonna be different next time.
Sunday
Chard 121a/o (S. Drew 2.3-1-4-5, Chubb 4-2-8-0)
Upottery 126-7 (S. Drew 55* Chubb 10)
And today I was triggered by the Chard umpire after a half-hearted appeal. Everyone knew it wasn't out except the umpire "just don't get hit on the pads, for god's sake!" said our captain to Drew, as he began his innings. Time was I would have been happy with this weekend, but now I am worried I will not get a fifty this year. Anyhow, Drew had a massive game, we played a lot of U11s who did well with the ball but constantly back away with the bat. They're scared, probably subconciously, but they must work on it.