Far from the MCC

~ Est. in 1998 ~

 

 

“Lightning Strikes Twice
As Poole Loses his Rag

 

 

Match:  11 / 242

Won by 4 wkts

 

 

Team

 

Total

Wootton & Bladon CC

196 - 4

J. Hoskins  2 - 36

 

FFTMCC

200 - 6

I. Howarth  85,  D. Edwards  45

 

 

 

 

They say lightning never strikes twice – so spare a thought for the rotund chaps from Wootton & Bladon CC, who for the second year running contrived to be the recipients of another record breaking Mad run-chase. Actually, don’t spare a thought for them. This is the same team The MAD have enjoyed a love / hate relationship for countless years, and the same team who whipped our arses at the start of the season [on a pitch not fit for a rugby match]. No, sod ‘em – The Mad have had a wretched time of late, so how nice that Poole Snr & The Gang had one put over them in a match that threatened to spill over towards the end… or, at least Poole Snr threatened to spill over at the end. Har har har.

 

 

Creche

 

The FFTMCC are much smaller in stature these days.

 

 

After the dispiriting tonking in Woodstock some three months ago, The MAD thinking was that the tables may well have turned. All those puny, sniffly little W&B kids we used to enjoy beating up on Sundays had now matured into strapping 6 footers who knew their way around a cricket field. The old guard were still there, albeit even older, and no bloody wiser I might add; but they were still there – and they exuded an arrogance bordering on contempt that day in Woodstock. They probably thought “you’ve had your fun over the past few years guys, now we’re gonna give you some back you fuckers – enjoy batting on this turd of a pitch. Kids – let it rip!” And the kids did just that. They shot us out for 72 in the most embarrassing fashion. These little guttersnipes hollered and whooped with every dismissal as they tore us a new arsehole. They smashed us to pieces in all fairness – retribution for years of toil and Mad success. It hurt, it really did. The FFTMCC flag flapping limply at half-mast well before the end….

 

 

WomWomWom

 

Duck finds it hard to watch The MAD these days….

 

 

Having lost his Midas touch with the coin of late, skipper Westmoreland continued that trend; and with a collective “fuck me” the team resigned themselves to another 40 overs of fielding in the heat and humidity. Maybe this resignation was key, for The MAD put in one of their worst fielding performances in living memory. The bowling was good, as it has for most the season, with D. Emerson (8-0-35-1) and J. Newman (8-1-38-0) excellent in the beginnings. The main course was equally tidy as D. Shorten (7-2-24-0) swung it prodigiously, and Mr. Hoskins (8-0-36-2) tempted the batsmen into danger; but runs were haemorrhaging all around as the team fumbled and groped on the grass. Comical classics included Hoskins and Smith holding hands whilst chasing a ball to the boundary; Hoskins hurdling the ball at cover [twice]; Howarth creaking under a spiraller without laying a hand on it [and falling in a heap], and Emerson and Dobner holding court whilst the ball just sailed between them. There were many others too. Just as well T. Smith clung onto a sharp catch from T. Clapham (53) or things might have got out of hand….

 

 

DobnSaladChat

 

Cricket – endless discussions about endless permutations.

 

 

Though never quite inching away, Wootton did start to chance their arm towards the latter part of their innings with Westmoreland (5-0-28-0) and Reeves (4-0-22-0) coming under particular fire. Was 196-4 a decent total? Maybe, but given the current batting form of the FFTMCC – definitely. What was apparent at the tea interval to the more observant was the visitor’s score bearing an uncanny resemblance to that of the previous year [where Wootton scored 195]. That day in 2010 saw The MAD instigate and complete their greatest ever run chase.

 

Would lightning strike twice?

 

A psychologist could spend weeks peeling back the fragile layers of contradictions and brittle insecurities that form a part of Mad opening batsmen I. Howarth and D. Edwards. So often the furniture in The MAD batting order, recent troubles had had both of them questioning their own methods and methodologies. Would today extend their recent woes? Could they drag another performance out of themselves to toast end of season? We will see….

 

 

SpamDrive

 

Hernia troubles are put aside as I. Howarth (85) comes good.

 

 

A wild swipe first ball gave little indication that Howarth had his head switched on. Indeed, acting umpire S. Dobner looked to the heavens maybe wondering who designed the staircase to Ian’s brain. Perhaps worried his guts would fall out of his hernia, Howarth settled, and together with the ‘Dravidesque’ Edwards, the pair saw off the opening combo off Edwards (no relation 5-1-21-0) and Manuel (6.2-0-40-0), and also the brief and accurate sorties of Floyd (3-0-13-0) and Barker (8-0-47-0). By the halfway drinks break The MAD had slowed to 80-0 but lost ten fewer wickets than they did in the previous encounter.

 

The introduction of a certain S. Poole enlivened proceedings somewhat. Combining his larger than life enthusiasm with his now customary unsettling behaviour, Poole Snr goaded both Mad batsmen in equal amounts – living in hope for a moment of recklessness. It didn’t happen, but Steve did succeed in getting steadily angrier, particularly when Howarth picked him up from outside off and lumped him over deep cow. The air went positively crimson some moments later, when umpire Westmoreland hung his clothes line out and interrupted his 40 yard run up to the wicket….

 

 

ThornSwingMiss

 

T. Smith demonstrating the perfect forward defensive.

 

 

Finally, with the partnership having realised 133, Edwards went back to a petulant Poole bouncer that got no higher than his bootlaces. Trapped in front for a stoic 45, it was such a shame his innings should have been ended by sheer bad luck. Realising that he was now had responsibility of being senior partner, Howarth immediately reverted to type by clubbing a few boundaries before coughing one up to point. Gone for 85. Not a century then and not that intelligent either.

 

141-2 soon became 156-5 as M. Reeves (4), J. Hotson (2) and T. Smith (0) did their level best to instigate the now legendary Mad Collapse. Tension was now palpable as Wootton sensed their moment. “One more” shouted Poole, “and we’ll expose their rabbits. ONE MORE!!!”

 

 

tension

 

Tension is ratcheted up towards the end of the match.

 

 

2011 had been an extremely taxing season for Martin, skippering a floundering team whilst experiencing the woes and disillusionment of poor form – it had brought him much soul searching away from the game. That today he would stand firm and guide the team home in their greatest run chase may have gone some way to exercising those demons. Helped by a dogged 13 from Mr. Dobner, the Skipper (25*) found a willing ally at the death in D. Shorten (6*). They mixed stout defence with an equal amount of aggression, as Moo, fittingly, smashed the second ball of the final over past his opposite number for a memorable victory.

 

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it Pooley!

 

 

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M. Westmoreland (25*) prepares to exact the final rights to Wootton hopes.

 

 

A genuinely great game of cricket then – and even in defeat, the guys of Wootton & Bladon joined in the celebratory drinks at the Folly Bridge pub afterwards as smiles and euphoria returned to haunted Mad faces.

 

This is what we play for gentlemen – moments like these.

Let us try not to forget it.

However hard circumstances may be.

 

 

‘Spam’

 

 

 

 

 

*

 

 

Statto Scorecards

 

 

 

Far from the MCC versus Wootton & Bladon CC

Played at Brasenose College, 31 July 2011

 

Wootton & Bladon CC won the toss and elected to bat

Far from the MCC won by 4 wkts

 

Far from the MCC debuts:  none

 

 

11 / 242

 

 

 

 

 

40 over match

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Team

Wootton & Bladon CC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#

 

Batsman

How Out

Total

Balls

4s

6s

FOW

1

T. Poole

c Westmoreland b Emerson

8

 

 

 

1-10

2

T. Clapham

c Smith b Hoskins

53

 

 

 

2-79

3

D. Floyd

not out

44

 

 

 

-

4

B. Dale

b Hoskins

19

 

 

 

3-123

5

R. Bosh

run out (Newman)

44

 

 

 

4-193

6

D. Debono

not out

2

 

 

 

-

7

S. Poole

 

 

 

 

 

 

8

S. Edwards

 

 

 

 

 

 

9

R. Barker

 

 

 

 

 

 

10

H. Manuel

 

 

 

 

 

 

11

J. Floyd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Extras

(NB2, W11, LB1, B12)

26

 

 

 

 

 

TOTAL

(for 4 wickets, 40 overs)

196

 

 

 

 

 

 

#

 

Bowler

Overs

Maidens

Runs

Wkts

 

1

Emerson

8

0

35

1

 

2

Newman

8

1

38

0

 

3

Shorten

7

2

24

0

 

4

Hoskins

8

0

36

2

 

5

Westmoreland

5

0

28

0

 

6

Reeves

4

0

22

0

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Team

Far from the MCC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#

 

Batsman

How Out

Total

Balls

4s

6s

FOW

1

D. M. Edwards

lbw b S. Poole

45

(78)

10

-

1-133

2

I. Howarth

c De Bono b Dale

85

(91)

16

-

2-141

3

M. K. Reeves

b S. Poole

4

(2)

1

-

3-146

4

J. C. W. Hotson +

lbw b S. Poole

2

(9)

-

-

4-153

5

S. L. P. Dobner

c Edwards b T. Poole

13

(19)

1

-

6-184

6

T. P. W. Smith

b Dale

0

(5)

-

-

5-156

7

M. T. Westmoreland *

not out

25

(27)

4

-

-

8

D. Shorten

not out

6

(6)

1

-

-

9

J. D. Hoskins

 

 

 

 

 

 

10

J. Newman-Robson

 

 

 

 

 

 

11

D. Emerson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Extras

(NB1, W13, LB3, B3)

20

 

 

 

 

 

TOTAL

(for 6 wickets, 39.2 overs)

200

 

 

 

 

 

 

#

 

Bowler

Overs

Maidens

Runs

Wkts

 

1

Edwards

5

1

21

0

 

2

Manuel

6.2

0

40

0

 

3

J. Floyd

3

0

13

0

 

4

Barker

8

0

47

0

 

5

S. Poole

8

0

39

3

 

6

Dale

5

0

29

2

 

7

T. Poole

4

0

15

1

 

 

 

 

 

MOTM:  I. Howarth

Champagne Moment:  M. T. Westmoreland’s boundary to win the match

Buffet Award:  M. T. Westmoreland’s strawberry gateaux (with extra thick cream)

 

 

Opposition:  V027 / 16

Ground:  G040 / 21

Captain:  C011 / 57