Hello there, Hope you're feeling well today.
Me? Let's just say I've started writing this at 4:02am on a bank holiday Monday morning. Insomnia still rules.
But let's talk about yesterday and when hunting for a thing to do discovered that close to where we are renting at the moment there was going to be a cricket match near where I live. No flashy pyrotechnics and music of the twenty twenty. Just an amateur friendly between a few teams to while away the warm British summer Sunday. For once the cliché became reality.
The home team was the Barry Wanderers Cricket Club, who apparently were living up to their name given that we were in the nearby village of Sully and in a late change the I suppose showbiz divas of South East Wales Cricket that is Barry West End.
And just to explain how good the weather was. Before I took my spot I photographed this of the nearby sea.
Remember this is South Wales Not The South of France |
Third tree from the right |
So the classic British summer scene was in place.
The other of course being pouring rain |
William Faulkner - Go Down,Moses |
The Wanderers were the first to bat in this forty over game. Leaving the divas of Barry West End to field. There was motivational noises of encouragement throughout. Plus the occasional other comment.
"The ball's heavier than when I was in France for the holiday."
"Well that's French cricket" (Bet he voted for Brexit).
Action came early. The first wicket was caught and bowled for six. 6-1
More encouragement "Go on Rees!" (or is that "Go on Rhys!"?) . As he was fielding.
It has to be said that the teams consisted of men with a wide age range. This is a good thing. It also explained this remark.
"He looks like Brian Close". It was a statement that aged the speaker. And as I understood it it aged me as well.
After the first overs by the fast bowlers of the team along came the spinners, including "the Indian George Clooney" that was shouted to him by his team mates. How this would make him bowl better I couldn't say.
At the other end was a big balding guy.....who was rather good. This I mentioned to the fielder who'd moved to the position near where I was.
To Wait For One Ball In A Cricket Game Hoping You Won't Drop It |
Now for insect moments. Given that it was a hot summer's day they were all likely to come out including the ahh....
and the "get it off me!"
Because of where they were situated there were nearby some generators surrounded by a fence. Invariably a shot went into this.
And of course it was locked. No matter. "Andy" was on hand with a hosepipe and was able to move the ball towards him so he could reach it. Cue the jokes which I'll just leave to your imagination.
A ball is caught 91-3.
Our friend Andy then bowls. Another ball is caught. 123-4.
A further wicket as a ball is flicked stylishly......straight to the grateful hands of the fielder 136-5.
Two further wickets tumble. It's 163 for 7. However the score has been ticking along and in the last few overs the Wanderers move up a gear with boundaries all over the place.
The innings finishes at 213 for 7. Unsure how to call this. But for an interlude let's see another picture of the sea by Sully.
But now back to the game.
And you'll notice that I've taken a different position |
The West End innings commences. The first bowler for the Wanderers is a young man called Mark. Shouts of "Marco" go around the pitch and, most surprisingly of all Roman emperor "Marcus Aurelius"The home team then winning the battle of team banter. Going all cultural and BBC4 on us.
Quick aside: The game revealed I needed a new pair of trainers.
A score is speedily built up. 38 when the first wicket is bowled. Cue our friend Andy to take centre stage.
"Take it easy on a grumbling Tummy". Probably the most confusing and disturbing statement of the afternoon is then shouted out.
Apart from when stalled by a couple of Wanderers spinners (of which I'll come back to later) our friend Andy and his partner decide it's time for Barry West End Showtime. Boundaries occur thick and fast and with ease. Including.....
"Take it easy on a grumbling Tummy". Probably the most confusing and disturbing statement of the afternoon is then shouted out.
Apart from when stalled by a couple of Wanderers spinners (of which I'll come back to later) our friend Andy and his partner decide it's time for Barry West End Showtime. Boundaries occur thick and fast and with ease. Including.....
Boys were asked to find the ball somewhere behind those trees.
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Our friend Andy had a missed run out and a shot that was skied upwards but not caught. Another ball went through the wicketkeeper ...4 byes. Luck it would appear was with our friend Andy.
(A quick aside the Wanderers captain was the wicket keeper. During the match he changed his position so that someone else took that spot. A brave thing to have done)
The score moved to 159 for one. The encouragement and geeing up by the Wanderers team seemed lukewarm. There could only be one result....until.....our friend Andy gets caught out.
His partner continues in the showtime mode. But he tries for a sweep shot and like Dick Van Dyke's cockney accent misses. Bowled. 180 for three.
Then another wicket. 180 for four.....you don't think?
A man called Timmo is brought on to bowl and gets a wicket. Bringing on "Father Christmas" was apparently the answer. 190 for five. You remember the two spinners who halted the onward march of the early order batsman for the West End? Their work has come back to bite the divas on the backside. As there were just two overs left.
Down to the wire |
Rees (or is it Rhys?) is bowled. 198 for six. Two overs become one and one over becomes too much thanks to Wanderers tight bowling and fielding. They were tired when they appeared losing but the prospect for victory motivated them.
202 for six. Wanderers win
It was free incidentally and certainly enjoyable. If I can watch another match this season I will.
Thankyou Barry Wanderers Cricket Club and Barry West End Cricket Club. It was a good, enjoyable summer fun.
Until the next time.
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