1. Cricket is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy (Stephen Fry)
2. FOOTBALL offers the world clichés; RUGBY produces facial deformity; HOCKEY provides an acceptable outlet for psychotic violence; CRICKET alone breeds myths. More quotes here.
Report by: the Direktor, Opening Bat of the highest Order
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The Winner of our 'What's the Appropriate etiquette' comp
Anyhow, VC Elvis duly had us sent out to field in the hottest part of the day as the MWs commenced the long labour that is a timed game. Some 47 Overs later with the Slippery Swede having done his hamstring after an impressive 64 the MWs took us into a lavish tea in the Pavilion (first game 1878) leaving the Salixites about 30 overs to win.
And so it was out to knock out the runs. The opening partnership of the Nurdler (bat carried for a half ton, well done that man) and the Direktor (combined age, 104!) actually saw us of to a speedy start with a quick 50 and come the last 20 Overs it was less than 6 an over needed. Now, as many loyal readers will know, run chases aren't the teams thing, however this time, with a hundred wickets remaining, bowling of a gentlemanly persuasion and fielding befitting Monty Panesar it was down to Padders, the Hoguester (watched by his parents and young lady from lands afar) and Flossie wielding his mighty Indian Willow (with some aplomb) to see us safely home with an over to go.
And so VC Elvis took us to victory, little Ollie shouted his junior lungs out and Mrs Chopper later told me the game was so engrossing that she barely had time to leaf through Heat Magazine. Quite a testimony to our gracious hosts.
And so to the readers competition. The question posed was 'If I drop an easy catch, what are most appropriate words to shout at the top of my voice in order to castigate myself'.
And the winner was Tom Madasapoon, with his suggestion of 'Darn it and blow me down, I feel I have let my teammates down by shelling that dolly. Gosh, what a silly billy'. And to the person who suggested a vile string of cuss words, well, we know your address mate, and if it doesn't stop we are going to post you Wuffs post match shirt (proudly unwashed since 1998).
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