Posted by Rob Gutteridge on 04/07/2017 09:33
It was Election night as the Tavs took to the field against Beamers but nothing could distract them from their goal of extending a one match winning streak. To be honest most of the team, like Theresa May, gave the impression that they couldn’t be arsed about the election anyway. Three hours later we had whimpered to a 60 run defeat. To give you an idea of how poor the performance was, Les was Man of the Match.
Beamers batted first. A little complacency had set in due to the one match winning streak but the bowling was still half decent under the strong and stable leadership of JB. Ollie and Alo bowled with pace and accuracy. They kept the run rate down and deserved more than just a wicket each. Silky also bowled well, breaking up two useful partnerships in his 2-33. Unluckiest bowler was the hapless, wicketless Barry. Early in his spell he was pulled high to square leg where Ollie was waiting. Exhausted from a long, hard day of spanking future Tory ministers, he collapsed over the boundary rope before taking a great catch. Babycham Moment for Ollie, the beginning of much sulking from Barry. The Viscount of Vinyl was to see two more catches put down off his bowling. Reg bowled too.
Man of the Match Les also provided the Champagne Moment with a run-out. He couldn’t evade a powerful drive as he stood at mid-off and after the ball hit him he swooped on it, stumbled (pre-match Stella) and his attempted throw to the bowler hit the stumps. Beamers somehow managed 168, but not too many to chase.
Openers Doc and Swampy were out cheaply before Les hit a wham bam 14 including 3 fours. He then kicked a wide on to his stumps. Alo then took over, hitting a big six and 2 fours. In the meantime Stubbsy was playing himself in nicely (we thought) and had made 2 (count them) off 18 before being bowled. Alo and Tarik were going along well, looking good, but an over is a long time in T20. After the fall of Alo the batting was ripped apart like a Stubbsy victim. Ollie did well at the end but ran out of partners. Gloom descended and we were all out for 108.
Back at the Prince for fines, we were soon cheered up by the continued sulking of Barry (and beer). When coughing up for ‘worst bowling performance’ he moaned about being surrounded by incompetence. Later, he was even overheard chuntering about signing for the Bohos, a club where crab-like gaits and toupees are respectfully tolerated.