Good morning people. In a break with time worn tradition I am blogging before noon. No glass of wine is by my side either. I might nip off and get cold lager through..........
That's better. I feel complete again. Blogging without a drink just didn't feel right.
Yesterdays match at Thame was remarkable because nothing really remarkable happened. There was no ton scored, no one took a hat trick or bowled a triple wicket maiden, no blinding catches were plucked from the air. Tigger didn't lose his temper and row with anyone, well not on the field anyway.
Decent buch of lads at Thame, I particularly like their skipper, Ian. He is my new rabbit.
Having lost my 10th toss on the trot it was a surprise to be asked to bowl. A bright start with two early wickets had us well on top and I am sure I wasn't the only one thinking we may have an early finish. It didn't turn out that way as Thame battled hard to finish on 144. It was a hot humid day that sapped energy. Wickets were shared around.
A helicopter landed almost on top of the scorers at one point. The pilot was proud to inform anyone within earshot that it was "The Ferrari of the helicopter world". This proved two things; he also has a Ferrari and he is an absolute cock.
The chase was also routine, an opening partnership of 79 between Pritch and Bris broke their spirit and the innings was finished off well by Bernard and Boggy who added the last 60 or so in quick time, bernard hitting 3 huge sixes in the process to remind us all that he can bat after all.
So, once again we celebrated a promotion at Thame and left champagne corks in their flea pit of a changing room. Perhaps Didcot should be twinned with Thame.
A great end to a cracking season as we sat in the early evening sunshine drinking fizz for the team photo was topped off by each of us offering our choices for best moment and best game of the season.
Time to go and get another lager now and start planning for next season and beyond.............
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