Tim is TOPS !

The Tappin Cup is a keenly fought, high octane, T20 game, played within Moreton CC. It has been used by many players over the years to launch their retirement, and is always one of the highlights of the cricketing calendar; well it was for Mr Tappin ! This year the 2 captains were both part of the incredible T.O.P- Tim & Ed, but how would they fare on opposing teams ? Each time is allowed 1 overseas player, and Eton educated Ed, opted for Aussie import Uncle Tone. Flown in to help Rowan with his all important plum tomato harvest, Tony is always up for a game of cricket, but unfortunately this one coincided with yet another failed attempt to emulate David Boon on the flight over here. Boonies record of 52 beers looks pretty safe, but UT felt obliged to give it a "tickle", and his PR office later put this forward as an excuse for his efforts. Big Ian once played for Sussex u16's, but fortunately nobody else knew that, and he joined Tim's XI "under the radar". The rest of the team selections were made in true playground fashion, with the weakest, and least capable being left to the end. On this occasion, it was a genuine mistake that Nige was left until last as we really hadn't seen him come out of the pavilion

Batting first, Tim's Team got off to a flyer, thanks to their skipper, who retired on 33. Nic scored quickly, and Rob also retired looking in good form, but the rest of the team were woeful, and from a strong start were disappointingly 99 for 7. BI was cunningly placed at no 10 to bat with the retirees, and his response was to run out the first one ! However he quickly redeemed himself with an unbeaten 51 to match Rob's equally impressive half century, and a massive 75 run partnership for the last wicket, boosted TT's score to a challenging 174. Special mention for Ed, who caught out his youngest, but despicable behaviour from Swagger, who caught his girlfriend, and celebrated wildly- surely that's not cricket ? UT did bowl some nice "rippers" from the Bear end to briefly enhance his reputation, but Ollie, who couldn't miss the stumps when fielding, decided to bowl some gay leg breaks for his over, most of which ended up near Wallingford.

In reply Ed led from the front, well supported by Swagger- with them both retired, and with a hefty middle order to follow, they were rightly confident of making a bit of a show. BI had other ideas, and sent Lachlan, Charlie and Bomber back to the pavilion cheaply. Never mind UT walks in, and with a Sheila bowling at him- well- fair dinkum fellah, you can't fail here can you ? Nicky has only been playing cricket for a few weeks, but she immediately sensed the fear in UT as he tapped nervously at the crease. All she had to do was bowl straight and full, and the chirpy Aussie was done for; and so it happened......another Australian cricket failure dumped on his backside.
The returning batsmen were dealt with efficiently and quickly to secure a massive 50 run victory for The Landlord's team.
Here you can see Ed being quite gracious afterwards in The Bear as he prepares to hand over the trophy to the better captain, whilst his wife laughs at his bald patch from behind.

Meanwhile Nicky gives Tony a small bottle of, appropriately, cheap & nasty fizz for his flight home to Brisbane.

Thanks to you all for turning out- a jolly good time was had by all.

Your Country needed you !

Where were you ? You know who you are ! Moreton midweek were facing a German invasion force, and needed every man to stand up and fight for freedom, democracy & English beer.

The list of excuses included:-

Westy: "I'm putting fires out" - well fair enough-carry on- good job

Simon- "I'm watching my daughter's play"- pretty lame, but hardly News of the world headlines.

Bomber- "Nappy needs changing"- shit excuse.

Robbo-"My Mum has sent me on a cookery course"- are you serious ? Blokes don't cook. OK you're part Aussie so you can BBQ, but really not happy that you are poncing around with Delia & Nigella when you should be helping your mates.

Panzers, U boats, Luftwaffe, all heading this way and you're making a nut salad in Surrey.

I digress, Miele suffered a heavy defeat here earlier in the year, and their new recession busting tactic was to head hunt hoover salesmen who can play cricket. They even went to some lengths to disguise one of them as a golfer, in an attempt to fool us.
Moreton batted first, TOP functioned for the first time with a 30+ partnership, but then it all went wrong, with Rory wreaking havoc. Lachlan & Swagger managed to avoid enemy fire completely by getting Ducks, and it was left to a late flourish from Joe & Nige, to salvage some credibility from the situation.107 scored from 20

Captain Swagger looked shell shocked in the break, but he managed to rally the troops in true "blitz" style, singing The White Cliffs of Dover, and calling Nigel "you stupid boy"

Thompy, Smithy, & Joe all got a couple of wickets to keep us in the game, and Stu kept wicket so well that we forgot all about Fanny Craddock. However, Rory was waiting in the wings, and popped up again to sink us. Of course they will all be sacked, as soon as the cricket season finishes, and Miele revert to their core business of flogging hoovers.

Next week Tappin Cup. Every Man, Woman & Child please

Hip Hip......

Our 10th game of the season saw the return of some familiar, but recently absent, faces to the "almost all conquering" midweek XI.

Simon C has recently moved house, changed job (nothing new there) and squeezed in a new hip- how would this affect his cricket ?

Stuart Locke has finished Uni, is restarting Uni and wants to be our keeper- how would Rob, our incumbent, deal with the usurper ?

Peter " gotta new kitchen" Lancaster is of course a semi-regular midweeker, when mannying duties allow- but would it be "grizzle Bomb" or "mega Bomb" tonight ?


Question 2-answered firmly by Rob who arrived at the pavilion at 4pm to hide the keepers gloves and put on his pads.

Question 3-will never be answered, as any moment of Bomber genius is nearly always followed by Bomber clowning around like a half wit.

Question 1-he certainly seemed to be moving OK in the field- all his usual movement restored- namely hand to pocket to blackberry - return to pocket and... relax. His physio has worked intensively on this most important aspect of Simon's game, and we were thrilled to see it in operation again. Simon admitted that he hadn't chosen the full options package that included all moving parts in his hip, so the true test was yet to come. I'm also worried about that shock absorber thingy Si- I think you should have forked out for a heavy duty upgrade. So, on with the game...

We fielded first with Jonny & Westy looking good, but Aston made a steady start to take the early initiative. Jonny played his spin cards, Thompy, Lachlan & Simon with great results, including 3 wickets for "Hippy" dropping them out of the sun off a short walk up. Lachlan bowled well, but no fifor this week, and Thompy chipped in with 2 for himself. 4th choice spinner Smithy looked slightly peeved, but still found time to apologise and take 2 wickets. It was noted that their imported player, who doesn't even know where Aston nr Bampton is, experienced some misfortune with "the hand of Rob" intervening nicely. Bet Stu couldn't have done that. Target 125- par score- game on.

It's well documented that TOP has not functioned to its usual high standards recently, and yet again Ed went early, leaving his partner to try and hold things together. Rob hit a breezy 20, Stuart got a duck and so did Grizzle Bomb, so it was looking pretty tight. The new graduate compounded a bad evening for himself by giving a couple of his team mates out lbw too ! Simon played a couple of top shots, without hip movement, to entertain us, but it was down to Sammy, Westy & Lachlan that we hit target with minimal fuss. Lachlan finishing it off nicely with a couple of sixes.


9/10 Hooray !!

Next week those pesky hoover salesmen are back.....

Grumpy 2 Trumpy

A new fixture for us, and an away one 'cos Nige doesn't get out much. He sold it to us as a game against old friend Squeak's team, in the idyllic riverside town of Dorchester. We imagined playing in the shadows of Dorchester Abbey, by the banks of the river, with a short stroll to the pub, so most of us arrived in a chirpy mood looking forward to a pleasant evening. In reality we played in a cow field in Berensfield, with Kabul CC's pavilion, complete with anti grenade shutters, doubling up as a Muslim style bar. One of our number was already in a foul mood; Lachlan "it's not fair" MacGregor was arguing with his bro, Rob "I don't care " MacGregor about a new scoreboard, hangovers, and life in general.

Anyway TOP were sent out to bat, but Ed soon perished, and Nige followed first ball, so the wobble was on. Sammy had left the DH at home, so Nigel got away with minimal humiliation. Meanwhile Tim & Rob repaired the damage and retired (Lachlan umpiring had other ideas, but his spiteful attempt to give Rob out was unsuccessful). Yes, we retired- section 4 of the Thursday night contract of engagement, stipulates, that "once a player reaches 25 runs, he shall retire at the end of that over". This avoids great players, like Tim & Rob, ruining the game by greedily scoring all the runs. We also spotted one of their fielders returning the ball with one foot over the boundary, but let it pass in accordance with section 1, namely "the game will be played by gentleman in the proper spirit of the occasion ". Lachie, still umpiring was now very angry with everybody, as he watched Piglet, Ben & Sammy all plunder the bowling, and generally enjoy themselves. Sammy retired, so that's 3 of us retired- did anyone notice that ? Just time for Swagger to chip in with a golden of his own, before we posted a good score of 157 off 20.


Al "got no trousers" Squires & Jonny "got no runs" Yaxley opened the bowling, and kept the squeeze on. Thompy, despite dropping a couple, eventually came good with 2 wickets, and Ed took a stunning catch on the boundary, prompting mass celebrations. Bat walked off, spectators told him Ed had stepped over the rope (sound familiar ?)- umpires looked spineless, bat came back- we accepted with good grace (see sect 1). Umpires asked to check if Berensfield's best had reached 25 yet (see sect 4) "Oh yes I'll check with the scorer " he replies. Nothing happens, so we continue "in the spirit of the game " and eventually get him out for 47- excuse me ? In the meantime Mr Grumpy is spotted with just a slight smile; his brother, threatening to puke all over the batsmens back, triggers an evasive, forward movement out of the crease, allowing a stumping. This clever trick is repeated twice more, and Lachie is now definitely smiling. Just to prove he can do it without Rob's help, he takes a cracking C&B to trump everyone's achievements, with 5 wickets. Happy Days !

Thanks to Timmy & Benny for helping us out -hope you enjoyed the scenery.

See you next week. Sorry can't get any pics to upload this week.

Captain Beaky missing !

Members of the public are warned not to approach this individual as he has the capability to bore a man to death with his nasal, droning drivel........................................................

So, we were all set to resume our annual hostilities with the man himself, only to be informed that he declined the offer to play this year and would not be appearing again in this fixture until we started being nice to him. So it looks like bye bye Beaky then!

We quickly got over the disappointment when we found out that alongside the old guard the team appeared to be packed with the gobbiest yoof that Wantage has to offer.
Mill Street won the toss and the fun began.

Jonny and Westy opened the bowling, both desperate to be the first to hit the brand new stumps.Probably trying too hard as Mill Street got off to a flyer with the milky bar kid carting the ball all over the place and retiring on 25 in the fifth over.

Bomber and Wilfy provided the amusement in the field, ably assisted by pretty much everyone else come to think of it as Mill Street racked up a pretty decent 145 for 6. Tompy was his new found economical self and Lachlan despite getting a bit of tap weighed in with 3 wickets. A special mention for the Landlord at this point who in spite of being on the lash all day still found the time to send Dave Templedoom flying into the shelving in the changing room.Nice assault sir!

Here we were then at the halfway point and obviously buoyed by their total, the yoof of Wantage started opening their pre-pubescent gobs. What they hadn't bargained for was Nigel who revelling in his role as the new wednesday night pinch-hitter hit his first ball for 6. Moreton got off to a flyer reaching 81 for 3 from the first 9 overs thanks in the main to the ex man mountain (more a man hillock now) Bomber and man of the match Wilfy. Wilfy only received his call up 45 minutes before the game and proved correct the old Moreton adage that no preparation is the best preparation. He flayed the ball to all corners of the ground in a fantastic exhibition of top quality slogging, going on to retire at 28 with only 2 singles in his total.
We still had time for a wobble with Jonny,Westy and Dave Templedoom mustering only 1 run between them (no need to go into details). However this was just to lull the little gobshites into a false sense of supremacy.
Our Thursday night team bats deeper than most and this was proved by Sammy and Tompy finally putting them to the sword and out of their collective misery with some more big hitting.This included a huge 6 over the pavilion from Tompy.

Then the most amazing thing happened. The constant earache that we had all been suffering from suddenly stopped as the little shits just shut up. You could almost hear a pin drop now, well you would have been able to if it weren't for all the loud raucous celebrating from the home team as we passed their total with 4 overs to spare.

So that is 7 out of 8 for us now and onto Dorchester next week.

Well done boys.

Captain Swagger

Where' the GOAT ?

Let's be honest, it had to end sometime soon. We've played poorly before, and got away with it, but this time Southfield & grandsons did us. I don't have a massive problem with that in itself, but I am fed up with the selfish attitude of one of our "regulars". When the shit hits the fan, we're in it together, and we collectively deal with it by blaming one person- the scapegoat. Wikipedia suggests:-

"Scapegoating is the singling out of an individual for negative treatment or blame; also known as a whipping boy or fall guy ". So, having lost, we all needed a spot of scapegoating, so it was utterly frustrating that the team scapegoat was absent. Jonny had informed us that Peter, over the course of the last week, had text through the following excuses for not playing.....

a) still had a sore arse after his triathalon on Sunday

b) that Grace was having her hair done

c) his children needed him to provide light entertainment & cook them fishfingers

d) he was taking a conference call from his business contacts

e) he was involved in a photo shoot for the latest MCC coaching manual

f) he had been commissioned to paint a picture

g) he was scared of a hard ball

Obviously only one of these excuses was really credible, but nevertheless, we were scapegoatless, whipping boyless & fall guyless, when it really mattered.

We bowled reasonably, fielded poorly, and had a target of 20 runs more than we should have allowed. Goat's replacement was Will Mac, a handy cricketer, on any day except a Thursday; his contribution of 0-23 and 4 runs was quite simply not up to scratch. He,Tim & Ed were all done for pace by someone who looked even older than Nigel. Jonny, Rob and Sam all batted really well, but TOP & Co had left them too much to do. It was left to Jonny to provide some late entertainment by felling Nigel who was umpiring at square leg, with a well timed shot, that Westy would have been very happy with. Sadly, he later made a full recovery, and was seen showing his bruises round the pub, which is not a pretty sight

Next week, Bomber, please, please say YES. Your team needs you !

Justice prevails..............

After last week's fiasco, when Blewbury failed to turn up because of a little bit of rain (I told them we should have played on their plastic wicket) Thursday night's team were keen to maintain their perfect start to the season. Tonight we hosted Aston (the one over near Wales) who not surprisingly thoroughly enjoy their bi-annual foray into civilisation, and they usually bring a strong team with them. Jonny got wind that they had a KP like allergy to left armers, so packed the team with these collectors items, including the rarely seen Joe "my cheque's in the post" Wardle. The intelligence proved accurate, and their openers comfort was rudely interrupted by lefties in the shape of Smithy & Thompy, who both bagged a brace of Astonites. Joe grabbed 3 for himself (he's a growing lad) including a tree felling yorker to rip out middle stump. Other fielding highlights included a special display, straight out of a manual, from a grizzle free Bomber, no doubt dedicated to all those spectators who had failed to get tickets to the men's Olympic shot putt final. Amazingly when you analyse Bomber's movement in super slo mo HD, it looks just the same as it does at "normal" speed- ugly.

King Sledge Yaxley persuaded his opposite number that he was indeed nervous, and should return immediately from whence he came. Josh "I'm an atheist"Slade got more invaluable experience in the field, and Rob did a great job behind the stumps as usual. Who haven't I mentioned.......... oh yes- Nigel's very personal, some would say spiteful & vindictive vendetta against Westy continues, as he refused to catch a dolly at square leg; hopefully he will never need the services of Blue Watch, who were on hand to witness this extraordinary spat.

So a target of 120 seemed straightforward, given that it was a Thursday and not a Wednesday.

Aston opened up with their own leftie in tandem with recently sacked ex-skipper Brummy "oi right mayt" Mark, and they managed to remove T.O.P consigning them to T.U.P* for the rest of the innings.Paddy walking in at 3 is a very reassuring sight for the batting team, but the scales were balanced by Bomber at 4. Such is his eloquence, that Bomber managed to talk his leg bye into a run in order to avoid the duck hat. Fortunately the stewards later convened in The Bear and righted this gross miscarriage of justice, so the records will show yet another duck for Bomber, and the good news is there's no right of appeal. The justice system in this country is rightly the envy of the world, and Bomber you should accept the court's decision with grace- I've heard she's happy with the decision anyway.
Sam & Paddy took the innings into calmer waters with some majestic batting, and Westy put Nigel out of his mind, to bat with clarity and authority, taking us to the brink of victory. Who would you expect to appear at the crease for the final act ? Yes Swagger popped up at this most opportune moment. With the scores level, one of the umpires tried to stop the fight early, but thankfully common sense prevailed and Jonny was allowed the chance to score the winning run; he selflessly rejected the chance by holing out to short mid wicket, allowing the tyrant Hessey to snatch the glory.

Next week: Southfield Supercalifragilisticexpialidociouis Stars for The Magnificent 7 ?

* U is for Umpiring - in case you cared

Huntin, Shootin & Fishin for DUCK

Cuxham is a tricky away game, and we haven't won there for 3 years. Their wicket is known to be a bit problematical, but news filtered through that they had invested heavily in the wicket, and it would play well;. the faces in the know, suggested 125 would be a par score.A strongish Moreton team turned up, with Will, Rhod, Westy & Ben making their first Thursday night appearances of the season, with Nigel "my kit is in the car " Hessey on standby should we need him (normally at least one player car gets lost on the way here, and is never seen again ). First view of the wicket confirmed that some investment had been made, but on closer inspection, some "damp spots" were noted on the outfield- Cuxham assured us that this was just where the players had a pee, due to the lack of "facilities" at the ground, but I'm sure I saw one of them fishing there when we arrived.

Moreton batted first with Will attempting to fill the boots of Tim's usual TOP colleague Ed. Tim found it rather confusing that Will was still there after the first 2 overs had passed, but soon adjusted to batting with a "cricketer" and the OP clocked up 49 without mishap.

Cuxham lost their opening bowler Dale "hedge" Winton, who fell awkwardly trying to stop one of Tim's drives- suffice to say that he no longer looks quite so pleased with life ............................................

Moreton sportingly offered Nige as a sub, and the game resumed, with Tim & Will retired, and Bomber in charge of today's duck parade. He didn't disappoint, returning to the pavilion immediately, sporting a large bruise on his thigh, as conclusive evidence of his inability to get out of the way of a straight ball. Thompy kept him company, again missing a straight one, but it was left to Lachlan to achieve the highest duck accolade of getting out without facing a ball. Meanwhile Rhod had somehow managed to plunder the bowling, even with the undoubted hindrance of being doubled up with laughter. Having looked like getting 200, we had to settle for 130- still above par according to the experts. Only 3 ducks this week then.

Swagger & Westy opened the bowling, and I don't think I have seen better on a Thursday night. After 8 overs, Cuxham were a feeble 10 runs for 5 wickets, and the duck shoot was in full flow. Sammy joined in the fun with a fine spell, yielding 4 wickets, including a real "ripper" that Warney would have been proud of. The "highlights package", as Ben coined it, concluded with Cuxham demolished for just 36 miserable runs. Total ducks bagged by us =6, meaning total "duckage " for the match of 9- is that a record ? A couple of pints at the pub followed by some crispy duck, and we left Cuxham searching for their "guarantee " certificate from the company who prepared their wicket.

Next week Blewbury in unfamiliar territory- here !

Giant Haystacks

On arrival this week, regular "midweekers" recognised the unmistakable figure of the "immovable object" fielding at midwicket; a super injunction prevents me from naming him, but the silhouette was unmistakable, confirmed by the ginger wisp of hair on top- only the lack of a blackberry, putting doubt in some player's minds. Both teams agreed to let him field for them, so as not to have to disturb him, or ask him to do the unthinkable.... move.

Sammy "always the son" Smith was missing, apparently on tour with The Stranglers, rather than supporting his midweek mates. Jonny lost the toss, so had to sport the duck hat rather longer than ideal. Al, Jonny & Josh bowled well, but tonight's bowling star was Lachlan, who picked up a fourfor and even ran someone out without the ball. Bomber was out fielded by the "stack", who didn't put a foot wrong. Allsorts registered a miserable, feeble & totally pathetic 51- a total they should be ashamed of. Swagger was so confident he headed straight for the showers, exuding maximum confidence in his teammates. At 16-6 we had to turn the water to cold to get him out; the Moreton juggernaut had stalled, and was overheating in the layby. Bomber had inexplicably run himself out, whilst others had played injudicious shots. Experience, a cool head, and a straight bat were required, and it thankfully arrived in a small package called Al Squires. An heroic performance to rescue his Dad, and mates, from the potential embarrassment of losing to a bunch of part-timers from Didcot. Result- a comfortable 1 wicket win.

Next week Cuxham away

Footnote: Sam "golden brown" Smith is planning to use the haystack as part of his set, for part 2 of his blockbusting video "At home with Mrs Squires".

4 Big Ducks

Some pre-match selection issues this week, with at least 16 players seeking the privilege of representing Moreton Midweek. A tough call for Mr Waxley, who briefly considered proportional representation, before turning to the much simpler method of financial representation. Having culled non paying members, those whose cheques bounced, and bankrupts, he was slightly short, but eventually turned out a lean & mean XI to face the might of Germany's elite hoover salesmen.

Miele presumably faced their own selection problems, having recently "let go" several employees who knew their way round a cricket bat rather better than they did a hoover.

Ed had control of the duck hat, but not for long. His thinly disguised, in fact totally undisguised, glee at passing it to Tim, was at least matched, in fact totally surpassed, by the immediate transfer to "golden boy" Bomber. Bomber's despair was brief, unfortunately, and he was soon able to return it to its rightful owner Ed. So after 2 overs, Moreton were in deep trouble at 2 for 3 with the U-boats circling for the kill. A 14 ball over, yielding 23 runs helped stabilise things, and Badger (44) Matt (42) and Thompy (24) ensured a healthy total, but not before Sammy fell to young Josh, and Jonny took pity on Ed, grabbing the duck hat for himself. Moreton ended on 163 for 9, but some concern was voiced about the overcrowding on the village pond, and a short break ensued, whilst the RSPCA investigated.

Play continued, affording the aforementioned ducks a chance to redeem themselves. Duck 1 (Tim) effected a run out and stopped everything coming his way, Duck 3 (Ed) managed 2 run outs, swooping like a preying mantis on speed, and Duck 4 (Jonny) bowled superbly, 2 for 4, including his 100th wicket for Moreton.* The more astute of you are asking about Duck 3 (Bomber), who sporting his brand new "concentration camp " look, evaded 2 simple catches and generally clowned around in the deep- so no redemption there then. Nigel "the enforcer" Hessey did his bit for youth development by catching young Josh, and then giving him a Churchillian salute, Al & Sammy bowled really well for their 2 wickets each, and Rob, Volvo, Bugalugs, CC1, Junior MacGregor kept wicket in fine style to wrap up a thumping win for Moreton.

The Moreton Juggarnaut rolls on to Inter Allsorts next week

* I took a phone call late last night from a Mr Moany Wincer, from Brightwell-cum- Sotwell, who suspects Mr Waxley's claim of 100 wickets is incorrect; after checking the scorebooks, he can only find 98 wickets..................

"Do I get my sweeties now Mr Waxley ?"

For the 2nd week running, thanks to a Friday BH, this was a Moreton Endweek game on the rec; this time against Wally Squash Club. The usual array of impressive athletes, augmented with great batsmen, such as Tim Wigley & Ben Ray. Our own dressing room looked pretty rich on talent too, but Jonny, as always, likes to give some of the lesser lights a chance, so he had also invited Kaz & Fletch for an outing to balance things up.


WSC started well, with some tight bowling from Jonny, unfortunately undone by some slack stuff from Kaz. Skip brought on Sammy with stupendous result; 3 overs, 3 for 10, comprising their top 3 batsmen, including Piglet for a duck, all caught. More left arm spin, this time from Thompy kept them on the slide, after their comfortable start. Then the "masterstroke"- on came Josh "thank you Mr Waxley " Slade, and he immediately, "pleased" his captain with a wicket with his very first ball for Moreton CC. After a couple of jelly babies and a lollipop, he took Ben Ray's wicket too (another duck), and finished with 2 for 8 on debut. Good fielding tonight, no significant drops, good keeping from Badger, Fletch mopped up the tail end charlie's, and a special mention for Joe & Dave, because..... they do need a mention. Our target of 81 from 15 eight ball overs looked straightforward.

The Duck Hat, a feature of Thursday cricket, was not required last week, which believe me is unusual. Not so shy this week, with Ed demanding it in the first over, clearly expecting to pass it on quite quickly. Having retained the yellow hat all evening, it's rumoured that he woke up with it still on this morning; we need to check footage of Sammy's latest movie " At home with Mrs Squires " to verify this. Tim, Badger & Thompy ensured no more alarms, and Swagger managed to get himself into the middle to steer his ship home.

Jonny was last seen heading off to cash & carry, to stock up on treats for his young apprentice, and finally, on a sad note, Badger was given a final warning regarding his green & gold outfit- hopefully he has learnt from his mistake.

Next week: Abingdon Hoover salesmen- home

P.S. No Fletch -I haven't forgotten that lbw decision !

Stealth Bomber

A balmy Thursday evening, blue skies, high temperatures, a slimline Bomber (no that's not a drink !)- it can't be April in North Moreton-pinch yourself, it's real. First fixture is Footballers CC XI or was it XIII. FCC traditionally borrow players from Moreton and from Blewbury, with the original "footballing" qualification long forgotten; nevertheless a thoroughly enjoyable fixture, with due credit to their captain with his shiny new bat, for not over-using their more skilled artisans.

Moreton welcomed back its "old faces", some with a new look- did you spot the difference above ?

The youngsters included Al, Joe and newboy Josh "Hello Mr Waxley" Slade. Bowling first, it was youth to the fore with Al & Joe both picking up 3 wickets, and Sam, unlucky not to get a stumping. "Experience" were happy offering skip advice on field placings, naturally ensuring there was nobody at home when the ball was edged to slip- sorry mate ! Badger's donkey drops were effective, but Volvo's weren't (despite the wicket) and FCC accelerated to a respectable 127.

T.O.P started brightly, and the spectator who can't be named was apparently upset that his "house" was under threat; on a point of law, and for the record, I think you'll find it's a bungalow. Stealth was in next, and despite suffering from a vast array of ailments, proceeded to smash the ball around the park in entertaining fashion; the hours of net practice on his own are really starting to pay off. Meanwhile Paddy was accumulating at the other end in the anchor role, unruffled even when hit on the head by a Wags bouncer. Wags was also playing at being a bit of an anchor, and was berated by his captain for being "the worst ringer I've ever had" duly demoted to scoreboard duty. Sam hit Josh for a 6, and immediately apologised, Jonny finished with a swagger, the duck hat was not required, and a comfortable win rounded off a great evening.

Next week it's Wallingford Squash Club