We won the toss and batted.
I missed out on runs (on a plate) yet again and was caught out to a leading edge by my own pissing teammate (nice catch Nigel).
Leon didn’t miss out on a golden opportunity and scored a marvellous 50 with his massive bat, ably supported by Chris Ovens who build a very sound innings before getting out for a well sculpted 29. Chris was also caught by his own teammate, this time, Raife Bidder at square leg.
Duray walked in and soon walked out, caught behind for a Buckley-esque score. Aruran batted like a Lancastrian in scoring a fine 33 and the god amongst men Mr Patrick Gledhill ran his heart out and pushed up the run rate up with some very positive hitting and scampering between the wickets.
A Ploughmans par score of 167 was completely nailed. Job done.
Tea was great. I had a doughnut.
Skipper Carson opened the bowling and was very unlucky not to take wickets. A consistently superb line and length combined with a soup?on of away swing put the batsmen in doubt, and if we’d taken any of the 3 dropped catches in the first 15 overs then it would have been a totally different result (spoiler alert: we lost the game).
Rooroo the Yorkshireman also bowled well without success. Two of the five wickets we took fell to Nigel (who was immense in the field all day) and Boydy who bowled his grenades with aplomb. Duray and Ovens also took a wicket apiece and a debut Ploughmans wicket went to Raife Bidder (a cracking find if I do say so myself).
We managed to get them five down but were always behind the eight ball on this one and ended up losing by about 5 wickets. Notable mentions for Rich Buckley who took two catches at keeper, Scoops for captaining well throughout and holding the only outfield catch of the day, Nigel for playing well in front of his wife and Mum, and Pat for being the best dressed Ploughman of the day.
A superb Sunday was had by all. Yes we may have lost, but in so many ways we won.