The 2009 league season started on Saturday, and all three of our sides were in action. The 1’s got their SNCL2 campaign off to a perfect start, up to Freuchie in deepest, darkest Fife to take on one of the sides relegated last season. The hosts batted first and were dismissed for a below par 166, new Overseas Amatuer Matt Holstein taking 4 wickets on debut. Preston picked up from where he left off last year, by grabbing 3. In reply we knocked off the runs for the loss of only two wickets, Kev McLaren and Craig Adams both passing 50, and earning the club a couple of cases of Magners into the bargain.
The 2’s started off at home, also against Freuchie’s 2nd eleven, and this was to be a successful first game back in ESCA 2. Don’t have too many details at the moment, but stand in skip Gus Hoffman hit 80.
I played with the 3’s in my role of experienced old head/mentor! We travelled across Edinburgh to meet Marchmont 2 at Cavalry Park. Mooro put Plan A into actio by winning the toss and putting the opposition in. Chappers and Kev opened the bowling and kept things tight as usual. Chappers picking up a couple of early wickets, one thanks to a rank long hop the opposition skipper pulled into Will’s waiting hands. Kev was unlucky to finish his spell wicketless. TK Maxx and Fraggle took up the mantle and found themselves on the receiving end of some Nike cricket, as the Marchmont no. 5 gave everything the “swoosh”.
Time for the unplayable Ringles and Mooro to come in and slow things down. Ringles picking up a couple of wickets, and Mooro finally getting the top scorer to mistime one, Pickles taking a blinder of a catch.
Chappers and Kev returned to finish of the innings, splitting thre wickets as Marchmont finished on 166 for 8 from their 45 overs. Chappers taking four for 27.
The RHC reply got under way after tea, with some fine hitting from Will, Tricky on the other hand was plumber than a Pole in a van. JK and Will moved the score to 45 before Will holed out. Jonesy joined JK and advanced the score to 69 before a flurry of wickets looked to hand the game to Marchmont, Jonesy, JK (controversially triggered by Tricky), Pickles and TK Maxx all dismissed in quick succession, leaving the tattered innings flagging at 74 for six. Time for the gun show. Mooro played his normal restrained knock, flaying the ball to all parts. Fraggle joined in hitting his first ever DLF maximum, and we’d crept to 117 before Mooro went for one too many and perished. Kev joined Fraggle and the two youngsters continued to play calmy and with some authority, getting the score up to 140 before Fraggle holed out. Ringles made his way in, and added a few, a quality pull shot not rewarded with the boundary it deserved. The fat lady went from doing her scales, to being fully warmed up as Ringles departed. Chappers heading in, and everyone feeling the game was up. But steadfast batting, good running and a modicum of luck combined to see us over tyhe line in a fame we would normally have lost. Next up, someone at our new home ground of Bangholm.
One of the joys I had on getting home was having to sit through Britain’s Got Talent. For some reason my daughter likes it. Surely some of these people should be sectioned, not encouraged. Those three old dears finger knitting, I mean what the fuck?!?!? Some 15 year old, blowing his nose “musically”, and his mother was there, which implies, she’s either a weak, indulgent parent, spinelessly allowing her progeny to act on their every whim, or she actually encouraged the idiot to get up on stage in the first place. Either one are grounds to have the child put in care……Britain, I despair sometimes, I really, really do…..