The Ash Man wrote:#hashtag wrote:Well “on_a_length” after getting down to your game Saturday, you didn’t come over and introduce yourself? And let’s be honest, unless you are Michael Watson, you had enough time to come and say hi, I even made a second cheese and vegemite sandwich.
It was an appalling game of cricket, as you would expect down in the dungeon of a3, and it hasn’t made me want to turn out to another one in any hurry.
Hope Valley batted first, and where three wickets down for a single run. All three going to a bogan with tattoos all over him, bowling nothing more than left arm throw downs. The team with the biggest wage bill in turf cricket continued to throw wickets away all the way down the order, the only piece of resilience coming from the classy, big fish in a small pond, Michael Watson. I wonder if these guys are on a performance package or an appearance package, because this week would have been either very expensive, or very cheap.
Trying to find positives on this poor performance of your side, in the run chase that followed your bowling attack looked a lot stronger than theirs, but alas, couldn’t quite pull together to grab all 10 wickets. Even though there wasn’t a cricket shot played in reply, just a lot of kitchen sinks being thrown.
When defending a low score I was surprised that the guy called “chuck” didn’t bowl more often at the critical times, although for a guy that presumably throws it, he doesn’t do it very quickly. But accurately none the less, and for me, was underused. No surprise that when the end came, the “team”, walked off separately, are cracks starting to show in this expensive group of individuals.
Player of day, the live woman singing for all of the private school boys than congregated at the cricket, (obviously bringing an MP3 player is below them, have to pay someone to sing live) she was very good and played a long innings.
Dick of the day, again, its pleural this time, to the 3 blokes who got out for 0 within 3 overs of the start, one, the first ball of the day, second a shoulders and arms a straight one, and the third, missing 2 leg side gimmies, and missing the third leg stump half volley to be LBW.
So, “On_a_length” after being thumped within a day, what do you think your game plan will be come next Saturday, yours personally, and the teams?
#wasntreallycricket
#throwingmoneyaway
#nicegroundplayedonbybogans
#startingtomisshenrique
What are your credentials?
Where have you played?
#armchairexpert
#keyboardwarrior
Recently on this forum, my credentials and character have been called into question. I initially hesitated opening up so much, but due to the overwhelming support I received regarding questions I had about my son Henrique, I feel comfortable sharing my cricketing and life journey with my new found friends.
The year was 1954, in Rhodesia, when I entered this glorious world, but my initial surroundings were not so glorious. Born to a prostitute mother and a drug addicted father was a less than ideal entry to life. I'm told that shortly before my first birthday I was taken to the local orphanage, on account of my father being imprisoned and my mother unable to fund the remaining children.
At 18 months, I was adopted by a loving, hardworking middle class family who were unfortunately unable to bear children themselves. I enjoyed a 'normal' childhood, and when I wasn't at school, I was playing sport. Due to a decrease in my father’s work, we moved to South Africa when I was 14. I was saddened to leave, as I had forged some strong friendships, but I wouldn't be the person I am today had my father not have taken the risk.
Once I settled in South Africa, I had to choose cricket over soccer as a promising players of both, and coaches from both codes wanting my dedication. I of course chose cricket, and played for Pinelands for nearly 10 years through the colts to the 1st team. Half way through my stint with the squirrels I was selected to join the provincial set ups, playing a handful of reserve games, before alas I got the yips. This didn't quell my love for the game, and worked even harder on my batting and wicket keeping.
Alongside my cricket I was working as an understudy in a large financial corporation, and gaining quite a reputation from my fellow piers and at 25 got offered a jump up the ladder if I moved to Denmark.
Once I got settled and summer turned its head, I found the local team, svanholm cc. I fitted in into the first team, and they were very surprised to see that I could open the batting and wicket keep. Up until then, keepers usually bat at seven. I was the first of this new age wicket keeper in Denmark, some in the club said, worldwide.
I still have email contact with a couple of the now old timers from the club, they said that they have moved from the Old Bavnehoj ground, to a ground with much better facilities. This apparently has had a great impact on their youth. It was such a shame I only had the one summer there.
Once again, work intervened and I found myself en route to Australia. I settled in Victoria and was extremely anxious about my new role for work and its high level of responsibility. In an attempt to maintain a happy work/life balance, I was once again on a search for a new club. Enter Hawthorn - East Melbourne CC. It was very convenient as I lived close by, they welcomed me and I soon found myself in the first grade.
I spent three seasons at 'the combine', and apart from provincial second 11, was certainly the highest standard of cricket I have played. I wouldn't say I was the best player in the side, but there was no threat of being replaced as a wicket keeper/middle order batsman. Although success on the cricket field was frequent, success in the corporate world was even freer flowing. And a regional post beckoned in Townsville.
After settling to my routine I found that cricket can play a part in my life once again, I joined Wests cc and I found that after the step down from hawthorn-east Melbourne cc, that I was their marquee player. But there was a young wicket keeper in the A grade when I turned up. Seeing as I was getting long in the tooth, i decided to let him keep and I kept my place at the top of the order. And was used as more of a mentor for the young wicket keeper on his passage to representative cricket.
I found that my years of bowling legspin in the nets it became quite handy, it was then utilised in game situations. For the last 3 years of my 5 there, I actually bowled in nearly every innings.
Up until this point in both my personal and professional life, I had little friends and no love interests. I felt that I had seen all that Townsville had to offer and asked for a transfer when the equivalent position popped up in Adelaide.
Quickly after taking the position, I was offered al ot more responsibility. Thus cutting down on my social time, and alas my cricket playing career. But I have had a good innings, and felt that I have given the game as much as it has given me.
I have always kept my finger on the pulse of cricket in South Australia, throughout the many connections I have forged through work, I have been fortunate enough to keep a keen interest in both grade cricket and ATCA cricket. I have always endeavoured to head along to games within these associations (as real cricket is played on turf), and feel I have a wealth of knowledge at my disposal.
#bringsbackmemories
#countlessstories
#ithinkihavesomethinginmyeye
#whoiscuttingonionsinhere
#imsurehenriqueisproud
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