Far From The MCC

~ Est. in 1998 ~

 

“FFTMCC

And The Se7en Dwarves”

 

 

Sunday 22nd June 2008

Result:  Lost by 2 Wkts

Venue:  Stratfield Brake

35 overs

FFTMCC

135 - 6

G. Littlechild  82,  J. Hoskins  16*

Lemmings

136 - 8

N. Hebbes  3 - 24,  S. Dobner  2 - 29,  J. Harris  2 - 31

 

 

 

Antarctica is generally regarded as the windiest place on the planet, although the winds experienced at Stratfield Brake on Sunday would certainly be pressing a claim. Without the rows of poplar trees that acted as a wind-break for Pembroke College Sports Ground, the fields of Kidlington CC had their belly fully exposed to the elements; and as a result, storm force winds reduced the match to a farce at times as players spent every other minute replacing bails that had blown off. Where were the heavy bails? Do Kidlington CC actually own any heavy bails? And if they did – where the hell were they? And even if we did find any, would the Mad’s armoury of pie-chuckers actually have the necessary velocity in their pies to dislodge these heavy bails? So many questions, and so few answers….

 

 

Headwear was consistently being chased after….

 

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The Lemmings have always been a favoured opponent of the Far From The MCC. Not that the games are usually evenly contested and result in a grandstand finish - far from it, the Mad have had some serious dickings over the years. It is the spirit in which the games have always been played, and the affable nature of our undergraduate friends which has always made the fixture a popular one. Sunday was no different, and when Lemmings skipper Simon Baker lost the toss, he generously allowed the Mad to field 16 batsmen. How exceedingly very sporting of him. In addition to the ten regulars who made up the batting card, there were seven dwarves in attendance as well: Cobby, Gobby, Stroppy, Stumpy, Sloggy, Sulky and Gary – all sharing the surname of Littlechild. Under the terms of this agreement the dwarves were to “walk” if they offered up any sort of a chance that wasn’t taken by the Lemmings team, and at the end of the innings their individual scores would be collated together for one combined total which would be attributed to Gary. “That’s fackin’ great” exclaimed Gary with a heavy Essex drawl, “it’s like ‘avin 7 fackin’ lives – magic! And all my short little bravvers get a bat. Fackin’ ace! Diamond geezer.” Fair’s fair as they say, and you can’t say fairer than that. “That seems fackin’ fair to us” said the dwarves in unison (all with an Essex drawl).

 

 

Cobby (batting) was the dullest of the Littlechild dwarves.

 

Fronting the Mad innings in the hurricane winds came Cobby and captain-fantastic, I. Howarth. After the bails had been replaced another thirty or so times, the two Mad batsmen were to find the going rather tough. A string of dot balls would litter the scorebook as S. Baker and P. Baker maintained a nagging line and length on a very slow pitch. Sensing an arduous day of toil, and not wanting to jeopardise his average, Howarth immediately retired hurt on 2 claiming an injured hamstring. This left Cobby to carry the baton with N. Hebbes, and it wasn’t long before patience deserted the opening dwarf and he lobbed a catch to mid on. The catch was grassed (notably by S. Baker), but Cobby had to go, and his place at the crease was taken by Gobby.

 

The Mad innings continued to crawl, and a wild slog had the Titanick floundering in shallow water and capsized for 5. Geoff Carter was next up at the oche, and together with Gobby the score trickled along at little more than 2 an over. Attempting to up the scoring rate, Gobby and Stroppy would both be dropped (probably by S. Baker), but under the agreement they accepted their dismissals in good faith and exited stage left. They were soon to be joined by Geoff (11) who was castled after falling asleep at the crease.

 

 

Stroppy (batting) was much more attractive to the eye.

 

It soon became apparent to the Mad that nobody else was contributing whatsoever to the Mad total other than the Littlechild dwarves. Stevie D pissed around for 3, Jake scooped another duck, and the returning J. Harris (1) was sent packing after N. Hebbes upheld an appeal for waistline-before-wicket despite the bowler, Bell, having not even started his appeal…. After Stumpy “walked” after an obvious stumping not given (Geoff was asleep at square leg), Sloggy found a true partner in the resurgent J. Hoskins. James (16*), confidence in abundance, would step happily outside his leg stump and swish merrily across the line, assured in the knowledge that nothing got past his amazing eye. Sloggy would then be dropped (probably by S. Baker), as was Sulky (S. Baker at square leg), and both had to walk, but when the final dwarf was actually pouched (remarkably by S. Baker) it was Gary who left the field with a combined total of 82 to his name. Just as well, because when you subtract the extras from the final total of 135-6, the rest of the team mustered only 40 runs in total… including a cultured 2 not out by A. Small.

 

 

John festers in the scorebox after his disgusting lbw decision.

 

Time for tea, and Mr. Small found himself relegated to the back of the queue for fear of him devouring everything in sight before the rest of the players had had their chance. This was a cunning strategy as it turned out, as it reduced Adie’s intake to just a score of egg and cheese sandwiches, a dozen marzipan cakes, and a bowl or two of Indian aperitifs – thus ensuring our patriotically decked-out buffet service was ready for an extensive bowl.

 

The Lemmings were less accommodating when it came to the Mad’s turn to field, insisting that only one of the dwarves were allowed to take to the field. Gary naturally nominated himself, said goodbye to his tiny bravvers, and spent the next few hours cobbing, gobbing and diving behind the stumps. S. Dobner (7-1-29-2) and N. Hebbes (7-0-24-3) opened the bowling, and utilising the tornado-strength winds swirling about were able to prize a wicket each with their opening salvos. Queen’s old boys, Greany (26) and Another Baker (18), looked on course to finish the match themselves, but a couple of J. Harris’ (5-0-31-2) doughnuts did for them – bamboozled and caught at mid off and gully respectively. J. Hoskins (7-0-23-1) would toil away up the hill to be finally rewarded with the wicket of Pies (27), whilst a manfully grunting and overacting A. Small (6.2-0-24-0) was strangely mean with what he was serving up at the other end.

 

 

The drinks interval allowed time to talk about dwarves.

 

Although the Mad stuck gamely to their task, they never really looked like they had wrestled the initiative from the opposition… and as it panned out, they didn’t. If they’d scored just another 20 or 30 runs then things could have been so different, or rather if the dwarves had scored another 20 or 30 more runs between them…. As it was, not even a stupefying one-handed catch at square leg by Mr. Hoskins could tip the balance of the match. The Lemmings would eventually limp over the line triumphant by 2 wickets, but only after a drunken T. Smith kneed the ball for an extra couple in the covers… though thanks for turning up at six in the evening, dude – much appreciated.

 

An enjoyable game, in spite of the weather. Snow White would have loved it.

 

 

‘Walter Disney’

 

 

 

 

 

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Statto's Scorecard

Match Fines

 

 

MOTM:  All of the Littlechild dwarves

Champagne Moment:  J. Hoskin’s one-handed catch at square leg

Buffet Award:  J. Harris’ sugar dumplings

 

 

 

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