I played cricket on Sunday this week, so that I could watch the World Cup Quarter Finals on Saturday (what a waste of time that was), and ended up on the losing side for the first time this year. The day hadn’t started too promisingly either – drove through torrential rain and a couple of flashes of lightning to get to Glasgow – but it was dry at the ground and we started just about on time.
We lost the toss, the opposition chose to bat and despite an iffy record of just one catch from three so far this year, I found myself fielding at point. They came with a reputation as a team of big hitters, and sure enough the ball was soon disappearing to various points around the boundary. Not much had come my way until a short and wide delivery was cut straight towards me at pace, and without too much time to think about what I was doing, I discovered I’d caught it.
Run’s and wickets then came at a steady pace, I took another catch (not unsimilar to one I dropped earlier in the season) and got one hand on another fierce square cut but couldn’t hold on to it – which now leaves me with three from six, which I guess counts as an improvement!
We eventually bowled them out for around 220, and in reply our opening batsmen put on almost 100 for the first wicket. Unfortunately there was then a flurry of wickets, including a dubious (well I thought it was) first ball lbw for yours truly, and we were bowled out for just short of 180.
Oh well at least I’m now eligible to join the Primary Club. 🙂