TRCC vs. Ibstone - June 29th 2014

 

tantalising


adjective
  /ˈtæn.tə.laɪ.zɪŋ/
Describes something
that causes desire and excitement in you, but is unlikely to provide a way of satisfying that 
desire ...



Twyford's Sunday side produced a great performance which ultimately led to defeat in a somewhat eventful encounter in our first game in the very pleasant surroundings of Ibstone. Skipper Hugh Fort lost the toss, and Twyford were inserted by the opposition skipper.

After the usual game of "hunt the opening batsman", Woodman and Nic Downes arrived at the crease. Both were back fairly soon, after Downes was skittled and Woodman edged to the keeper. Already, there were signs of another sub 100 total looming. However, the modern world met a bygone era when Oscar Woodbridge and Tom Fort joined forces at the crease.
Both batted excellently, despite some problems when Oscar seemed rather stunned when a man 45 years older than him couldn't run as fast between the wickets. Eventually, Oscar was dismissed, caught in the covers.

Hugh Fort came to the crease, produced the usual mix of lavish drives and snicks through the slips followed by the inevitable dismissal for less than 10. In the meantime, despite death at the crease appearing imminent, Fort Senior had reached 50. (It must be an odd feeling to get a milestone score and it being considerably less than your age). Fort C arrived at the crease, following Fort H's dismissal, stretching every fibre in his body to ensure a nice bottom edge to the keeper. There had been talk in some circles Fort C has finally learned shots other than the lunging forward defensive, and lo and behold, this proved to be the case as he launched not one but two huge sixes into nearby woodland. He and Yasser Khan clobbered the bowling around nicely and we finished with a total of 158.

That's right, not a typo, an actual, proper, total of well over 100. Not 45, not 70, not 98, a proper, defendable total.

Following what looked like an excellent tea (stupid Slimming World) our opening attack comprised a seething ball of teenage testosterone and a long-haired heavy smoker who'd eaten too much. After some heated debate about fielding positions, we managed to get Oscar to bowl and he bowled particularly well, with able assistance from Paul Hackett at the other end.
There was a somewhat unpleasant exchange between the opening bat and Oscar, who got upset at the batsman for the audacity of trying not to be out to his bowling, the fiend.To his credit, after a few choice words from the skipper Oscar did shut up and got the bloke out shortly after.

One of the main challenges for the side was the opposition skipper, otherwise known as "the luckiest man in the world".
Time after time he hit the ball either just over fielders, or towards the elderly, or through the where fielders had just moved from, or to our more kind-hearted fielders who thought he deserved another chance and decided to drop him.

He fell eventually to one of the most astonishing catches I've ever seen. A mishit off Chris went flying directly inbetween Tom Downes and Ed Farrar at midwicket and "cow corner". Downes managed to run directly in front of Ed, waving his arms around and yelling. Essentially, he couldn't have been more distracting if he'd rugby-tackled Ed while shining a light in his eyes and blowing a vuvuzela in his ear. Young Ed ignored the much taller, very noisy man doing everything he could to make sure he could to ensure this potentially match-winning catch was dropped to pluck it out of the air with consumate ease.

More wickets fell as Ibstone made hard work of getting the 30-odd they needed to win, but a canny left-hander managed to make the most of Oscar's momentary lapse of line and length. Ibstone scraped home with two wickets to spare, with dropped catches and the lack of about 20 runs costing Twyford dear.

A tremendous game, and one of those defeats no-one minded too much about because it was a fantastic game.

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