This was one of those games that really should have felt like an absolute hammering, but it was to the huge credit of Plymstock’s young side that everyone concerned thoroughly enjoyed the day.

Again we lost the toss, again we fielded, and again we bowled and fielded very well. For the second time in three games, with Meds behind the stumps, it was the skipper doing the damage. One bowled, one caught by Si and two caught-and-bowled – the second of which I clawed out of the sky somewhere behind me and just about clung on to. Richard James put up stout resistance, the Aussie batsman scoring 52 before JM had him brilliantly stumped by Meds, and although we took wickets regularly the tail wagged as Plymstock made 222.

With two debutants – Alan Light and David Watts (who took a wicket) – and Russ, who is still learning the game, in our team of nine we were always going to struggle to post a decent total, and so it went as only Meds (23) and I (30) made double figures as we were bowled out for 72. Plymstock generously offered us another go; this time I made 33 with Dion second highest scorer with 11 as we were dismissed for 59. Defeat by an innings and 91 runs, then – but who could say it felt like it?