We are a London-based cricket club. Although we don't have our own pitch, we usually play our home fixtures in Greenwich Park. This blog records our regular triumphs and occasional failures.

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Outfranked in Finchley

We rounded off the 2007 season with a trip to the marvellous pitch at Finchley. Sadly, not even the inspiration provided by a hard track, sight-screens & scoreboard or the combined firepower of 13 Cincers were enough to overcome the locals and their talismanic leader.

Finchley batted first and piled up a big score of around 230 before declaring. I'm sure we took some wickets along the way but really we were just waiting for Frank to let us have a go at batting (or was that just me?).

Our response was reminiscent of the Saturday Galway game. Selfish Batter and Lurpak built a solid opening partnership, and Finchley's strike bowlers were soon sent to graze in the long grass. But then an Aussie intervened to ruin things. Not a honey monster this time, but our very own Frank. Years of reconnaissance on CCC tours were rewarded as he picked off six of our batsmen. The final wicket fell with a couple of overs to go - just before the Skip could step in to call it off for bad light. And that was that for another year.

2007 season: P13 W5 WD1 LD0 L6 NR1

The day was notable for the last-minute challenge by Lurpak to claim the Selfish title: he arrived late to avoid the tedious opening overs, bowled about 55 overs of off spin, opened the batting and dominated tea and the post-match celebrations with the announcement of his engagement to Amy. Respect and many congratulations!








Ego-judge Rocky assesses the new contender ("Did he offer the team a slice of that cake?").

1 comment:

Lurpak said...

!*?!?&*$!

Lurpak splutters into his buttered crumpet at reading such suggestions. Though I am naturally flattered by the comparison, no-one can rival the selfish batting of The Welsh Narcissus.

Thank you to one and all for the incredibly generous reaction to the news of our engagement (which, in the absence of Mr Moynihan, I am confident had nothing to do with the prospect of a lifetime's supply of chocolate brownies). The champagne and group hugs etc were marvellous.