Fignon's Ponytail
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I think Frankie's in better hands than mine now. I'm never going to compete with an England test bowler
I think Frankie's in better hands than mine now. I'm never going to compete with an England test bowler
In another charity game we took on Broadwater CC in their cricket week, match started at 11am, we batted first and at lunch were 77/8, but had two proper cricketers at the crease.
At the resumption of play someone turned up at my office without an appointment to arrange a funeral so I had to go across the road, in my absence the 9th wicket partnership put on 161 and my vice captain enjoying the free bar we'd put on forgot to declare at the agreed time.
I came back over the road, getting daggers from Broady Capt Bob Reynolds on boundary, naturally I called my lads in immediately and we set BCC 239 in 38 overs.
We eventually bowled them out in the last over, to record IHSP cricket team's first ever win something I remind Bob of to this day.
Now there's a blast from the past.
Bob was HR Director at a company I worked for and met my wife at. According to her he owes us a case of Champagne. We got married when we were both at the company and Bob did our wedding presentation speech in the middle of a messy divorce. After several "you'll regret it" type quips he apparently bet her a case of Champagne that we wouldn't last 10 years. We've just celebrated our 20th anniversary. A very decent chap who I shared more than a few beers with back in the day. I have also suffered that look.
Bob also captained the work cricket team at that time and I batted middle order and bowled outswinging donkey drops out of the sun. We used to have a match in London against our soliciitors every year with a massive free bar afterwards and everyone went up on a coach. One year I was batting with our Chief Exec and pushed a shot into the covers for an easy two (I was in my twenties, played five a side twice a week and could dance all night at clubs). I made my ground to see my Chief Exec spluttering and breathing out of his backside half way down the track. It was his favourite day of the year and I'd run him out two overs into his innings. Not sure how I still had a job in the morning. Bob gave me the look when I was eventually out.
I did wonder if that was the same Bob Reynolds!
I don't smoke anymore so would be regarded as a bit of an ATHLETE at Village level, aside from the fact that I'm now 60 and both my knees have gone...
The village team I played for became a right shambles, so much so, that I ended one summer as No. 8 bat and had to open the next year.
After never reaching 50 before, I actually scored a Century, only to find nobody had brought our score book (it was a home match), so no record of it
To be fair, I walked off at tea on 97 n.o., so the Skipper said we will carry on after, which always go down well with the opposition. Of course we lost.
so if anyone has access to Hove medina's score books of the early 90's. let me know,
Some right splitters on this thread .
My cover drive was a thing of beauty , now copied by players like Joe Root and M S Dhoni , think I played about 5 league games and absolutely hated it, absolute bunch of private school cocks , Sunday friendlies were by comparison a completely different game and a great laugh even in defeat .
No idea who Frankie is banging on about
The exploding chair [MENTION=616]Guinness Boy[/MENTION] , will never be forgotten by anyone who witnessed it , top quality candid camera stuff .
Some right splitters on this thread .
My cover drive was a thing of beauty , now copied by players like Joe Root and M S Dhoni , think I played about 5 league games and absolutely hated it, absolute bunch of private school cocks , Sunday friendlies were by comparison a completely different game and a great laugh even in defeat .
No idea who Frankie is banging on about
The exploding chair [MENTION=616]Guinness Boy[/MENTION] , will never be forgotten by anyone who witnessed it , top quality candid camera stuff .
One Sunday afternoon at Stanmer House the police turned up asking for one of our players who just happened to be umpiring at the time.
I'm glad someone else remembers playing at Stanmer House. I remember playing there in the late 70s but when you look at the area now, it's hard to imagine there was a pitch there. We had tea in the house itself IIRC
I'm glad someone else remembers playing at Stanmer House. I remember playing there in the late 70s but when you look at the area now, it's hard to imagine there was a pitch there. We had tea in the house itself IIRC
Ah Derek Randall, why does this story not amaze me?