Far From The MCC

~ Est. in 1998 ~

 

“Forward Defensive Forgotten

As Moo Holds Up Blenheim”

 

 

Sunday 13th July 2008

Result:  Match Drawn

Venue:  Blenheim Palace

Time

Blenheim CC

164 - 5

S. Dobner  2 - 27

FFTMCC

99 - 8

M. Westmoreland  38,  M. Reeves  19

 

 

 

The Duke of Marlborough would resist the temptation this weekend to be entertained by the visit of the colourful and often fraught Far From The MCC. His decision to leave his exquisite baroque surroundings would mean he missed out on the chance to roar with laughter at a quite lamentable display of batting which would have the majority of the paying public in hysterics. Let me quickly add in defense of the hosts; their players equipped themselves admirably for the rigours of timed cricket, whereas the nomadic FFTMCC would approach the match with the attitude of a drunken boxer – reckless, carefree and looking for that knockout blow. A shame then that their display could be likened not to the exploits of one Mike Tyson, but more to the inept and overhyped Fraudley Harrison….

 

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Thornton (2nd right) makes the effort for the team photo.

 

It would seem the Far From The MCC had come full circle as they deposited their kit bags and two dozen babies on the front lawn of Blenheim Palace. Many of the team could still remember the depressing and often squalid surroundings of the Cowley Marshes in the rain, so to be sat on sweeping lawns and formal gardens in the sunshine seemed somewhat surreal. In fact many of the team had commented on how they had experienced brief sensations of being pop stars, as they cut their way past Joe Public, manicured hedgerows and intricately carved fountains with their sporting apparel. Pop stars? I suppose J. Hotson could fit the bill with his Eric Clapton style shoulder-length haircut, but the rest? …more like the misfits who surrounded Shane McGowan on tour a few years ago… and in the case of Stephen Parkinson: read Bronski Beat.

 

A brief pitch inspection of the Blenheim track revealed it to be one of a soft nature – hardly surprising since a year’s annual rainfall had deposited it’s arse all over Oxfordshire in recent weeks. The decision to bat or bowl was once again taken out the hands of skipper I. Howarth, as the now familiar walk back to his team mates was accompanied by cries of “you useless tosser” and shakes of the head.

 

Blenheim CC began their innings in obdurate fashion as both A. Mann (6-3-6-0) and M. Reeves (6-2-19-0) failed to make a breakthrough on the slow and placid surface. However, Mike’s wicketless column could be blamed less on his cutting edge, and more on a pathetic dropped catch by Essex regular S. Dobner stood at mid on. Seriously, if Steve was tossing a tennis ball to his daughter Amie D from 3 feet, it couldn’t have been any more difficult….  Still, the Romford Rebel (6-0-27-2) did make up for his shambolic fielding when introduced into the attack, firstly cramping Blenheim skipper D. Hughes (31) and having him caught at slip, and then having a half-track sausage roll slapped to a grateful A. Mann in the covers. 76 for 2.

 

 

A swell of Mad on the lawns of Blenheim Palace.

 

As the afternoon wore on, the Blenheim total would inch forward as N. Hebbes (5-0-15-1) bowled intelligently from one end, and then accelerate as J. Hoskins’ (4-1-27-0) spread of undercooked pastries were gorged on the other. D. Edwards (5-0-23-0) was then handed the cherry when it soon became clear that the hosts were not going to take any undue risks, and even an assortment of fruit buns and caramel tarts lobbed down from 24 yards would fail to tempt the Blenheimites into anything rash. Their solid and well-constructed platform allowed their middle order free reign as tea became imminent, with S. Parkinson (5-0-23-1) and I. Howarth (3-0-18-1) coming under fire as the hosts looked to post a satisfying total to chase. Some fluid late hitting from J. Easterbrook (46*) left the scoreboard reading 164-5 after the declaration.

 

Tea was taken, and the Mad mingled with their jovial Blenheim counterparts as they discussed the merits of timed cricket and what the Duke maybe doing? Whatever he was doing he wasn’t batting like an utter arse, but that is exactly what three-quarters of the Far From The MCC would bat like on this afternoon….

 

First up was Eric Clapton; and after deriding the notion of scooping a golden duck on the grandest of stages, Jake’s stumps were rattled after he played 3 days to late to a ball straight in nature. The aristocratic S. Parkinson (0) was next; and after kicking his first ball away with almost arrogant distain, he was subsequently yorked by a straight one whilst raising an eyebrow and wiggling his backside to his missus and his father-in-law who were pitch side…. One does sometimes wonder where Steve’s reputation as a decent cricketer was forged – or it simply a rumour that has surfaced after he declined a pint of Stella at the bar in favour of a Tia Maria? Whatever, his celebratory fan club seems to be sparse of late….

 

 

Part I – excerpt from the The ‘Essex’ Forward Defensive Coaching Manual.

 

Wobbling at 17-2, the skipper’s brain cell then misfired, and despite being given a reprieve in the slips (and an acrimonious first ball let off it should be noted), he opted to try and launch N. Walker over a mid wicket conifer. Alas the ball was a straight one and of completely the wrong length to attempt such a smear, and as a result Howarth (12) left the field of play moaning and cobbing about how “shit” his season had been so far. Words of encouragement were passed to Ian as S. Dobner passed him by to take his guard “why don’t you try some application then you useless prick?”

 

The stage was now set for an Essex rearguard action, but our volatile commuting duo failed to read the script. Steve (1), looking as a solid as paper shed left a 6 foot gap between bat and pad and was undone by a… straight one; before Gary (8) looked to smack one into the distant lake and was deceived by another… straight one. With J. Hoskins (0) also struggling with the concept of the forward defensive (also bowled), it all left the Mad reeling on 26 for 6 and the very real potential for their worst score in history….

 

 

Part II – excerpt from the The ‘Essex’ Forward Defensive Coaching Manual.

 

It seems somewhat strange then to report on the one batsman in the Mad ranks who has garnered a reputation for peppering cow corner, as being the mainstay of the Mad’s eventual recovery by utilising a sound and robust defensive technique…. M. Westmoreland (38) would bat for nearly 20 overs, oblivious to the cry from his supporting army to “give it the moo”, and together with M. Reeves (19), N. Hebbes (10*) and D. Edwards (2*) would ensure the match would end in a draw. It was hardly serve as an electric finale to the day, but Geoffrey Boycott would have been showering praise on the spectacle. It is perhaps also worth noting that the stalwart defensive genius which is A. “Blocker” Mann did not bat. Nor did he mind. And nor did he cob. Because nobody in the Mad ranks ever cob these days. Never. Because it is far too childish a past-time (ahem)….

 

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So, in summary, the fixture at Blenheim proved a highly successful and enjoyable one (unless you didn’t bat). The Far From The MCC escaped with a draw despite being second best for much of the day, and with both teams retreating to the Star Pub post-match, a new friendship had hopefully been born.

 

Here’s to next year and hopefully the Duke can put aside his pressing engagements to watch a little “Mad”-ness, and maybe buy our book?

 

 

‘Spam’

 

 

 

 

 

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MOTM:  M. Westmoreland’s patient 38

Champagne Moment:  The Grand Lawn itself!!!

Buffet Award:  J. Hoskins’ chocolate sponge cake

 

 

 

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