On to the banks of the Teign, then, for our final away game of the year. Last time we’d played at stokeinteignhead we’d got a bit of a beating, though John and Chris’s heroics at the end made it seem like a lesser defeat than it really was.
The match marked Chip’s 50th game for the club and he was skipper for the day as well as opening batsman, but our innings didn’t get off to the best start as I was out in the first over for 2. This proved to be twice as many as Chip himself managed to muster, and it was left to the big-hitting Chalky and Nick Harrison – batting with much more confidence – that got our innings underway. Chalky’s quickfire 12 soon came to an end, though, and when Jon perished for a duck we were suddenly in trouble.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man. Next in was debutant Jack Stillwell-Bond, and he proved to be an obdurate opponent. Ok, he was in danger of being stumped every single ball and he never ran his bat in once, but he knew what was needed and defended his wicket stoically. He and Nick put together a partnership that at least lasted a while, even if it didn’t bring many runs. He was out after about 25 minutes having scored 3, and was warmly applauded off. Graeme was next and he managed to just about scrape three together as well, thus avoiding the ignominy of being beaten by his own son. Innings of the day once again was courtesy of Si, however, who cracked 23 quickfire runs to take the innings up to 78 and into respectability.
However the clouds were beginning to build already, and an early finish started to look inevitable. We had little joy and less luck against the Stokeinteignhead openers, who stoically put together an unbreakable innings. Kev really should have had a wicket first ball – it was either lbw or caught at the wicket depending on whether the batsman had hit it or not – and at one point there was a quarter-chance of a run out, but depsite bowling well our men had no joy. As the drizzle began to fall Si had a plumb lbw shout refused, and that was our last chance of the day.
After tea the weather worsened, and although we gave it a go for a few overs it quickly became apparent that we had gone from ‘enjoying a nice game of cricket’ to ‘standing in a field getting wet’. Club cricketers might have played on, but we are social cricketers and thuis incredibly wussy. The match was abandoned at 5.30 and, as Stokeinteignhead had comfortably passed our total, it seemed chulish to deny them the win.
Thanks very much to Sara for being our photographer for the day!