Widmer End CC Sunday 30th June 2013

Result: Lost by 7 wickets

Team:

Steve Coleman
Simon Larter
Conor Latta
Martin Lancaster
Jeff Morris
Dylan Potts
Simon Rogers
Samuel Parry
Jon Wilson (our one, not the journalist)
Liam Wetherall (appears courtesy of Voltarol 75)
Richard O’Hagan (captain, wicketkeeper, King Canute impressionist)

It has taken me four evenings of drinking before I can face writing this, so here goes.

After our best batting performance of the season, it was just our luck that our opponents chose to put in an even better one. Steady got the best ball the opposition bowled all day, after which Larts bludgeoned ten fours on his way to 54. The innings contained two genuine champagne moments, the first when he got off the mark with a six, the second when, having crashed consecutive deliveries to the cover boundary, he realised that the sightscreen was in the wrong place and insisted on moving it. That elusive hundred, the one that promised a move up to 8 in the first XI batting order, was there for the taking when he miscued a long hop to midwicket,

Thereafter Conor batted steadily for 58, Martin added some dogged runs, unfazed by facing the best bowlers Widmer End could muster, before Jeff gave us some momentum towards the end with a 60 that included not one but TWO threes! Ginger Rogers chipped in with some big hits in the final overs and Samtastic Parry produced the biggest smiles of the day when he danced down the track to clip the penultimate ball over midwicket for four.

We thought that we had a competitive total on the board and were even more encouraged when Ginger produced a peach of a ball to trap one of the Widmer openers – who had made an unbeaten 193 the previous Sunday – leg before. Unfortunately, the next wicket produced a stand of over 150 in 15 overs. This was despite a brilliant spell of 8-2-24-0 from Larts, relishing the chance to bowl from the correct end for once.

We did pick up a couple more scalps. Jon grabbed an lbw when the other opener attempted and ambitious – and, frankly, classless – reverse sweep, whilst Sam was the beneficiary of my annual stumping. We dropped some important catches, made a few errors in the field, and had a lot of bad luck.

One day, it will be our day.

Until next time,

Richard