Worried by the prospect of a moment of madness from one of our openers, the Vice decided to face the new ball himself. He and Selfish put on 75 for the first wicket. In doing so, they successfully calmed down Southern Cincers whose nerves had been frayed by the train rides, bus journeys and car lifts that had been endured to reach NW3.
The run fest continued throughout the middle order with Will, David and Lurpak all finding the boundary. Will and Selfish completed half centuries, and Jim hammered home the advantage with a brutal 42. After several rounds of negotiations between Steve, Rocky and the scoreboard, we announced a final total of 239 from our 35 overs.
Inspired by some posh sandwiches from Borough Market, the Cincers stylishly defended their score against the opposition barristers. Jim, Lurpak, the ex-Chmn, Steve, the Chmn and Damian all took wickets, and there was no buffoonery in the field. With Bedford Row all out for about 110, we repaired to the pub to doctor the scorebook.
P.S. The advertising plane that kept circling the pitch during the game apparently reported spotting a meerkat on Hampstead Heath last Saturday. The sighting was made mid-afternoon just after our opening bowlers had been taken off. Did anyone else see this?
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