Ten minutes from Thorverton, my phone beeps. Again. Match day is an endless succession of text messages and phone calls from people wanting to know if they’re still wanted, where the ground is and, inevitably, saying that something has come up and they can’t make it after all.
I pull the car over and check the text. It’s from Karl.
At the ground. It’s beautiful here, and the sun’s just come out. Let’s play some cricket, skipper!
He’s the master of the joyously-excited text message.
As we assemble in the clubhouse, though, the prognosis doesn’t look quite as optimistic. The pitch is rather damp, and just before the scheduled start, light rain starts to fall. There’s nothing worse than rain on match day.
Eventually, we get out there for what is likely to be a shortened game. Karl and I open the batting and make good progress, scoring 46 runs together, before we decide to try to get on with things and I sky one to mid-on.
With time and overs moving on, the Cavaliers nobly retire, one by one; Karl himself on 17, Brian on 9, Sam on 4. The next ‘proper’ wicket to fall is Chris Lennox at five, run out for a duck, swiftly followed by Chris Hubbard for 5. Chip crosses the boundary to start his innings, then the rain comes. And it really, really comes down for about ten minutes, covering the pitch with puddles while we take an early tea.
The sun comes out, but it’s too late. The pitch is sodden, and the match abandoned. We stop for a pint and to sort our gear out, and Karl fixes the club’s kitchen door.
Another match abandoned, then. But we all agree that Thorverton is a place we’d really like to return to.
|Rich Blagden||c Payne-Cook b May||29|
|Chris Lennox||run out||0|
|Chris Hubbard||c Chaterjee b Payne-Cook||5|
|Simon Cahill||not out||0|
|Charles Ryder||not out||0|
|Extras||3nb, 6w, 4b||13|
|TOTAL||77 for 6|