Tuesday 29 April 2014

Mortimer West End (A) – 27.4.14


Match called off due to rain

Another wet April weekend means RUASCC are O for 2 so far this season, though at least we can consider ourselves significantly more fortunate than Wirral CC whose Cheshire League game survived the weather on Saturday.

Chasing a modest 109 to win, Wirral’s first 10 batsmen were all dismissed without scoring (six were clean bowled).  Their only run off the bat was scored by their number 11 and even he was outscored by the two leg byes.  Two balls into the tenth over the innings was complete: three all out, and defeat by 105 runs.

I’m not sure what it was about this hapless and embarrassing batting collapse that got me thinking about RUASCC.  I remember a few Sunday afternoons when, facing nothing better than village bowling, the stumps suddenly feel six feet wide, the bat’s like a toothpick, the ball seems to nip both ways at 95mph and there are 42 fielders close in for the catch.  Where the opposition had been regularly finding the boundary, we can’t get the ball off the square.

It was mostly a very different story last season, of course - last season we were an unstoppable run-chasing machine.  In one of our most memorable wins from 2013, at Frieth, we started out having a bit of a Wirral - six wickets down in 12 overs – but spectacularly turned it round when a change of bowling allowed Main and Zia to go on the attack.  We finished with over 200 and won by 48 runs.

The Wirral story serves to remind me once again how glad I am to be a bowler.  An unlucky (or inept) batsman gets one chance and that’s it: your afternoon is over.  A bowler can serve up shit on toast for half an hour and still end up with half-decent figures.  Speaking as a number 11, the fragility of batting troubles me – there’s too much that can go wrong with such disastrous effect.  That’s where my crippling defensiveness comes from: fear of failure.  This is why I have the utmost respect for batsmen who embrace the loneliness, go for their shots and take control of the game.

I have no doubt that, come Saturday, one of those Wirral batsmen will stand tall, spank their first ball to the boundary and in that single stroke surpass the team’s total from last weekend.  Because the thing you have to remember about cricket is that you will fail, and sometimes you’ll fail huge, but there’ll always be another game.

That’s if it stops pissing it down.

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