Boiling in April, freezing cold in May. Game 4. Won the toss and elected to rest again in the deck chairs. Carter was back from falling off his bike and despite the late cry off from one player there was no Frank. The Blues looked suspiciously upset when we made it clear 40 overs was far too much for us old farts. Mr Wright firmly held the club line on this matter, and 35 it was.
Lots of crap batting was to follow. The Blues took pity on us (after having dispatched most of the team back to the deck chair area) and they opted to give us a sporting chance by slowing the pace down by 30 mph and sending in a few dollies. The plan nearly backfired as Dunbar took full advantage grabbing his second fifty of the season. However, there were no miracles this week and 151 never looked enough.
We competed well and pushed The Blues until the end. In possibly his finest hour, Wright took a grumbling Lawrence off early from his bowling spell and replaced him with Spiro, thus understandably provoking the following comment: "Replace me with Dunbar if you have to, but not Spiro!"
Some spectacular swing bowling followed as he removed the opening pair. Regrettably, unlike Crossbats, there were some considerable depths to The Blues talents and each batsman we managed to get out was replaced by another with equal ability.
So we lost, the better team won but they seemed a decent bunch and did not look too smug about it and had the good grace to share their victory jug in the pavilion bar.