One rotten apple spoils the barrel. That is the simple message of this fixture. Morden are a great bunch of guys. They are polite and have a laugh.
Amongst their ranks lurks a bad apple, one that should be squashed, turned to cider, drunk, then pissed down the toilet. Crossbats showed some quite remarkable restraint when this individual trod on his stumps when batting and decided not to walk and take advantage of the umpires urgent need to visit Spec Savers. How he could claim, with the bails on the ground and the stumps at a protruding angle, that he was Not Out, is quite beyond comprehension. A batsman can be given Not Out if there is an element of doubt. The only element of doubt here was if an earthquake or maybe a poltergeist was involved. I think we can dismiss those theories, so who the fuck knows, but there it was, as bold as you like, the young man refused to accept the evidence. My Father would recommend a sound spanking from a piece of willow, probably the same one that he was using to torment our bowlers. Maybe that's the sad thing, this idiot is a good player and let the game of cricket down, with an attitude that renders those who encountered him quite speechless.
With the day tarnished it was a question of getting the job done as quickly as possible. We bowled Morden out for 107 then knocked off the runs with the loss of one wicket. Polite handshakes all round and an early night for all.
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