Far From The MCC
~ Est. in 1998 ~
“Batsman Gives Himself
Not Out
After Being Given Out
In Bad Tempered Mad
Loss”
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Sunday 12th
September 2004 |
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Result: Lost by 7 Wkts |
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Venue: The Baldons |
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35 overs |
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FFTMCCC |
168 ao |
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I. Howarth 40,
A. Mann 34, |
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Baldons |
172 - 3 |
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I. Howarth 2 - 24 |
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The unique and utterly English setting of the Baldons hosted the
finale to the Madster’s topsy-turvy 2004 season. Unfortunately the game would
be remembered for all the wrong reasons due to a rather unpleasant spat
midway through the second innings of the game when the Baldon’s star-bat M.
Denning refused to budge after being given out. Anyway, more of that later.
The pavilion at the Baldons almost
obscured by the trees. * * * The day had not begun well, with players confused
over whether the game was on or off due to the rather wet conditions that had
been lingering around over the past few days. As it was, the game was on, and
the Mad would begin the game with 9 players and finish with 10. Worse was to follow
as Mad skipper J. Hoskins uncharacteristically lost the toss and the Mad were
stuck in on a green seaming wicket. In an effort to redeem his poor tossing,
the skipper strapped on the pads and opened the batting with fellow Mad
bowler, A. Mann. This proved a cunning ploy as the pair registered a healthy
29 run partnership before Hoskin's feet set in some unseen concrete and he
was bowled for an unlucky 13. A brief, and decidedly aggressive cameo from S.
Dobner (15) saw the score ushered to 51 before he too was bowled. T. Smith
(7) added to the list of people bowled, but a belligerent M. Bullock didn't -
he was lbw for 8. Suddenly a collapse looked on the cards, as first, the
unflustered A. Mann was pouched for a staunch 34, and the luckless A. Morley
followed him back to the pavilion for a very feathery duck. 96 for 6. Enter I. Howarth and Tea, and what a fine spread it was. Tons of everything including
freshly made cakes and delicious delicacies, all baked by the eccentric old
ladies who populated the many surrounding thatched cottages and 26 room
mansions.
For a shade under 2 million you can bag
yourself a nice pad in the Baldons. The second innings got underway and the Madsters
were soon celebrating when The balance of play was starting to shift in the
Baldon's favour however. Their number one batsman, M. Denning, had started to
unveil his myriad of strokes and the ball was summarily dispatched to various
boundaries with increasing regularity. So it was with some relief when the
skipper had him plumb leg before. But instead of walking after seeing the
umpires finger raised in his general direction, Mr. Denning saw fit to stand
his ground and point to his bat claiming “I hit it! I hit it!” Now of course
this situation should never have arisen in the first place – if you're given
out, you accept the umpires decision, mutter to yourself under your breath,
and leave for the hutch in a high state of dudgeon. But no, not Mr. Denning.
In his world, you stand your ground like some spoilt irritating child, and
protest your innocence at extreme length until the umpire considers reversing
his decision. Sensing that tempers were starting to fray, and aware of various
barbed comments being hurled at the Baldon opener, Mr. Hoskins intervened in
the row and asked the batsman whether he hit the ball. Our captain has many
virtues, and his man-management is exemplary when you consider the stock he
has under his leadership - but the post-match verdict agreed he was far too generous when he made the
offer to let Mr. Denning remain at the crease for fear of letting things get
out of hand.
The Baldon’s pitch has a road going
through it! Mr. Denning duly went on to smack 107 not out, and
together with some old crock with more lives than Fidel Castro, he saw the
Baldons to a 7 wicket victory. A sour one at that. Mr. Denning's century was
greeted with almost total silence on the field. * * * So, hardly a fitting
way to sign off the season, and due to the unsavoury incident the fixture is
a doubt for next season - unless the Baldons boys fancy a few fists and
sauces in the local before the commencement of any game? Not all of them of
course, in fact, just one of them… he knows who he is. ‘Spam’
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MOTM: no votes cast
Champagne Moment: no votes cast
Buffet Award: N. Hebbes’ cherry trifle