Sunday, 4 August 2019

Batcombe 8s Tournament

                                                           Losing finalists self-immolated.

Saturday, 29 June 2019

If you can't stand the heat ..


Saturday, 8 June 2019

Saturday, 4 May 2019

And finally ...

                                          The last home game to be played at Farmborough.


Saturday, 27 August 2016

Taking the chill outta Compton

And so to Farmborough, for the final home match of the season against the gentlemen of Chilcompton. Presently, our good Captain Iggy did wager upon the toss of a coin, but lost the call and was invited by the Captain of Chilcompton to take to the bat beneath an angry sky, though we with some confidence were in hopes of having some fair weather.

Brother Angelo and Prince Raj took armour and walked forth to the wicket, which they found to be much green, with not a little wet hay lying within the boundary's edge. Proceeding with caution, the former was the first to fall when the bowler fiendishly broke his wicket before he had established himself. Hither came Dr Avery to staunch the wound, making good sport with the ball, in the not inconsiderable humidity and forging with Prince Raj a slow but bountiful partnership, broken by the good arm of an opposition man and apparent slumber or weariness of the batmen.

Following Dr Avery's departure for 26, Sir Ahad joined his companion, who was playing most prettily, and proceeded in an exceedingly thrilling manner, smiting the leather into the air, to and indeed over the boundary line, on two occasions for a most gratifying 7 runs. Both men made most merry in acquiring half centuries, running swiftly betwixt the wickets and accelerating the progress, until Prince Raj lost a stump for 62 and Sir Ahad played a ball into the opposition's hands for 58.

Mr Robert was unfortunate, but magnanimous and not overly vexed to be dismissed for a golden duckling, as his valiant attempt to continue the team's progress resulted in the propulsion of his first ball straight up into the sky towards the orbs and down again into safe hands. Professor Adam and Captain Iggy added a few more valuable runs until the culmination of the allotted 40 overs, at which point we were much pleased to have amassed 219-6.

And so to tea, which we had very finely and in great plenty thanks to Mr CBS, who delighted us with both traditional and exotic Mediterranean fayre.

Thence to field, bowl and defend out total: The Landlord and Mr Robert were entrusted with the the new leather and so it was with some dismay that the first ball of the innings was struck firmly above the bowler's outstretched arms for a boundary. Mr Robert bowled admirably well and true with much pace from the bottom end and soon after The Landlord had bowled one opener for a duckling, Mr Oliver displayed much agility in catching an edge from Mr Robert's bowling to remove the other.

The Landlord hit the timbers again to dismiss another duckling, but in so doing dislodged the bail with much force into Master Oliver's chest, whose inky hieroglyphics were revealed in full glory as he disrobed to inspect the damage. It was then a goodly sight when Mr Robert shortly afterwards did also break the wicket, leaving the gentlemen of Chilcompton anguished and deflated at 40-4. Mr Robert then displayed splendid trickery in the propulsion of the ball at a lesser velocity than was expected by another batter, whose stumps were hitherto broken by said deadly cunning.

Master Oliver did execute a second catch when the batter struck a ball delivered by Mr CBS high aloft, whence converged no less than four gentlemen with a mind to taking the ball for his own, yet Master Oliver heartily proclaimed aloud that it was his, hitherto safely pouching the ball. Mr CBS did proceed thence to deliver further deceitful balls, some floated airily, others most directly and was hitherto fruitful with a further two wickets, thanks in part to a collusive catch by Dr Avery. Prince Raj was as deft with ball as with bat and most crucially did prevent the Chilcomptonians from advancing in a threatening manner.

Father Ray, having not been required to yield the willow, was called upon to bowl, whereupon he deigned not to be parted from his hat, which did remain atop his head with much adherence. Before the passing of many grains of sand in the hour glass, did he thereupon trick the batter to tap the ball unwisely into the capable hands of Mr CBS. In the meantime, some of our number did heartily chuckle, calling to mind pots and black kettles, on hearing Professor Adam admonish an umpire for the use of coarse language.

And finally did the Captain himself take the leather in the 28th over and on the 2nd ball thereupon did pierce the waftings of an inadequately yielded willow, to hit the ash and end the proceedings, with the good men of Easton victorious by the margin of 108 runs.

And so all being done did most of us retire to the nearby hostelry at The Butcher's Arms for ale with some of the vanquished Chilcomptonians, where little of good nor evil was exchanged betwixt the two parties. On the departure of the latter, did we heartily thank Dame Erika and peruse her meticulous tally book, casting votes for the Gentleman of the Match and the Apple Cider Moment, which were thereto adjudged to be Sir Ahad, for his might with the willow, and Master Oliver, for his deftness with the gloves.

And on again to The Plough for more ale, where Brother Angelo had kindly provided us with well cooked potatoes and a most pleasing red sauce.


Saturday, 13 August 2016

Bolts Bats