Match report 21 July 2007
Isfield v Little Common Ramblers II
Isfield won the toss and elected to field
Little Common Ramblers 114-9 (50 overs) 30 pts
Isfield 113-10 (35 overs) 9 pts
RAMBLERS MARCH TO VICTORY AS ISFIELD STUMBLE AT LAST
DITCH
With Noah having briefly
visited Isfield the previous day, (2.66 inches of rain – Figures from David ‘Rainman’ Williams), it was a miracle that any play was
possible on the date of the Follies. Moose, having to take the helm for the first time this season, duly
won the toss and inserted the visitors from Little Common, still looking for their
maiden victory.
With Martin Fellows given the
luxury of bowling with the wind and Chris ‘Do you realise how many overs I’ve
bowled this season’ Saunders against it, the start was slow with few scoring
shots and fewer wickets. Suddenly Martin induced two rash shots in as many
balls and the game briefly burst into flames only to die back to the embers of
boredom. After 50 tedious overs (at least for the spectators) Little Common had
crawled to the total of 114-9.
Tea was taken and chickens
were counted.
Emile and Huw opened the
batting and steadily put on the runs as more chickens were seen multiplying by
the minute. Emile was first to go for 16 which unleashed the beast within
Williams junior. The beast having scored a magnificent six then let loose the madman who proceeded
to belt the ball straight to mid-off and departed for 18. The watching
non-playing Skipper felt his bowels sink below the level of his socks as déjà-vu
started to kick in all over again…(ho ho ho that’s a good one –Ed).
In fact the pain is still so great that the rest of the report will be written
in blood.
The Isfield batsmen
all looked untroubled as they scored a few runs then got themselves out. Each wicket falling cutting deep into the collective psyche and causing
the ripples of doubt to slosh between the walls of uncertainty. (Enough
of this blood shit – Ed)(and cut the psyche bollocks
as well….)
Anyway we
limped, tripped, stumbled and half fell to be within one run of levelling the
scores…crawling over the ashes of fallen dreams we grasped out for the cup of
victory…only for the figure of reality to stamp upon the hand of false hope …and
then we were all out. (OK I’ll let it
lie this time but I think you’ve had too many of those cheap bottles of wine from
the follies –ED). Wait a minute Mr Frigging Poncy
Editor, do you realise what pain I’m in??? (No,
do you think I care – Ed) Well I've been chopping
chilli peppers and I' ve just touched the inside of my
nose with my finger…(Concentrates the mind – Ed)
Chris
Saunders gave a generous speech to the Little Common dressing room but we were all bit down
at losing a tight match although happy that they had won a good game of cricket. All
credit to the visitors who have waited this long for a win.
Beer was
partaken at the Follies and music was played apparently…but that’s another
story.
Next week Laughton will reap the whirlwind......................