Moreton fielded first, and we were treated to more verbal gems from Blewbury's very own D.Uracell- "push it" springs to mind, but unluckily he failed to take his own advice and was soon out. Six bowlers were used, and they shared the spoils fairly evenly, and some astute bowling changes from Swagger kept us in the game, when at one stage Blewbury looked like racking up a big one. Thompy, who if he had an office, would certainly be having a bad week in it, compounded his problems by holing out to a fair catch at deep mid wicket for a duck. Chris batted well for the footballers, and amazingly he is actually a footballer, so credit where it's due. Tebsey, despite being mistaken for Bomber, certainly didn't bowl like him, CC2 turned in solid performance, watched by his coach CC4, Mark "Sir Francis" Drake bagged 2 on his bowling debut, and the ever dependable "Ees"- Jonny, Sammy & Westy picked up 2 each to cramp the footballers style to such an extent that we really fancied chasing down their total of 118. Fine work behind the timber from CC1, including a slick stumping. Special mention for Tebs senior, who battled on in the field, despite a groin injury, even waving away the vets with green screens at one point.
T.O.P strode out with purpose, but Ed soon felt he had done enough, and headed off for a beer. Wicksey, the Moreton style icon, looked good (of course he did) for a little bit, but oh how Thompy must rue his dropped catch, as Tim started to find the middle of the goose. As things stand, Thompy's wife to be will be arriving at her wedding in his van,
so maybe he's a bit distracted, but even his shoulder charge of a firm shot, to save a boundary, failed to cover up an absolute shocker for him, as he generally misfielded, misfired, and missed out. Bomber arrived at the wicket, asking lots of questions as usual- "Which way is it seaming ?" " Is it turning ? " "Does my bum look big in this ?" All rather academic as he took an ugly swipe to a straight one, missed, and returned his large arse to the pavilion. The "Ees" could not contribute with the bat as well as they did with the ball, but luckily Rob was in good touch, and joined Tim on retirees row. The Tebs's came and went, and as we edged nervously towards the target, Tim returned to join Sir Francis for the last 2 overs. Tim, as the senior player took control, and a couple of boundaries eased the pressure. Into the last over, and a single levelled the score, leaving Sir Francis on strike, and an imposing Armada of fielders trying to stop the one run we needed. Tim's advice of "If I say run...." seemed sensible, but Mark had other ideas, and cooly smashed it over their heads for a boundary to cap a great game for him, and for Moreton, and even for the footballers, but definitely not for poor old Thompy.
Next week it's Aston, and we have a new "old" skipper, as Jonny is trying to singlehandedly rescue the Spanish economy. Check your inbox for an email from Ed.
