Match Report/Information
Glass won the toss and, with the sun beating down, decided to field. Fielding second on a hot humid evening in the sub-tropical Nidd valley has it's own problems. 937.421 to be exact, each of them armed with venomous fangs and the hunger of just having been born. Mossies, midges, fireflies, strange yellow things; so, if you bat second, you can hide in the pavilion. Andy bowled with his customary accuracy, Robbie has started to aim for the stumps, but the revelation of the evening was James' Doosra. The Calcutt lads couldn't read him at all. He was taken off after 3 overs whereupon he did an uncanny impersonation of Beefy Botham combined with John McEnroe: 'You CANNOT be serious! I was just getting into my stride. I want to bowl. Put me back on!' etc, etc. Then came the batting. Amy was our rock, and the pyrotechnics came from Dave. Older readers will remember Dave from higher divisions when he would bat through the innings for 30 odd. His nickname was The Nugget. It's all different now. His first scoring stroke was a 6; with 9 runs to go, Amy went down the pitch to talk to him. 'Plenty of overs' she said. 'Lets just bat through'. 'Sure thing' said Dave. The very next ball he's waltzing down the pitch, shutting his eyes and launching the ball moonwards. Impetuous youth.
