BIDBOROUGH AT HOME – Phoenix from the flames

The Sennocke Scribe returns after a two week absence, brought on by a lack of literary inspiration provided by two poor defeats. The less said, the better.
This week we hosted Bidborough, who on paper (aka the league table) were a better side than the previous two we lost to. But the team went into the game with a renewed positivity thanks in part to the chirpy leadership team, watching too many Brendon McCullum interviews and way too much pre match sugar.
Losing the toss as standard, we were sent into bat, with Wild retaining his opening slot alongside the returning Lee Hinton-Dilkes. Some short pitched bowling up front was dealt with pretty easily, the pitch taking the sting out of any deliveries dug in halfway and allowing the batsmen to play the ball down to 3rd man or just leave at rubbish alone. Lairy Lee, as he will undoubtedly become to be known, held his ground steadily until he lashed out at the perfect drive ball, which the bowler stuck a hand out to deflect and somehow pouched. Pokell then ambled out to the middle and obviously hadn’t had much of a warm up as he loosened up at the crease by swinging at almost everything. Wild’s innings was peppered with the usual sweeps and glides to 3rd man, but it was brought to a premature end when he went after a ball with a bit too much enthusiasm, over balancing and getting stumped with some very tidy work behind the stumps by the Bidborough keeper. Pete and Jules took the mantle on from that point and Pete had finally got his eye in with some enormous blows over long on (cow corner really), before he too fell, with Julian soon to follow. Dan and Al Stuart consolidated at that point and built a good foundation for a big finish. At this point, things seemed to slow dramatically as we posted just 60 runs in the last 15 overs, despite Le Grand Ginge having a big old swing at it. Final total was more than a tad short of par at 156, story of the day being too many starts and not enough scores (we are becoming the World Cup England ODI side basically).

With the four frontline bowlers in the team, we still had a good chance of defending if we bowled well and back that up in the field. We opened with Wild and PC as expected, with the ginger’un held back for short sharp bursts a la Mitchell Johnson. The bearded one bowled remarkably accurately, conceding just one wide in his 9 over spell, all the while removing 3 of the Bidborough top 4, including a rather classical nick behind. This had Bidborough worried, as they found themselves 4 down early than they would have liked. However a partnership thwarted the Sennocke forward charge for some time, until the excellent bowling of Sheridan, Crosby and Chapman (plus PC in his brief jaunts) started to build up the pressure and the wickets returned. They were shared all around the team, with all 5 bowlers contributing. This was largely in part to our drastically improved catching (fielding overall was noticeably sharper) as nearly every wicket was taken via a catch – brief mention for Pete for what must be drop of the season, shelling a dolly at third man (the plan was brilliant but for the choice of fielder Dan). Soon we had them 9 down with the last of PC’s overs whistled by and removed another batsmen. Their set batsmen had dug in deep while picking off the stray balls and frustrating us all until the penultimate over when, with just 10 runs needed to win, he went for the big one over Brian’s head into the wind with Callingham lurking at long on. It was a low flat bullet but there would only be one winner in that clash, the skipper taking it comfortably and sealing a huge win for the lads lads lads.
Whispers of a massive celebratory rave started circulating, causing many of the team to flee post match, but a hardened few carried on the festivities in the Raj Bari. Dan showed off his feminine side with a curry so girly, it could have been made of roses and rainbows. Let’s hope he steps up his game in weeks to come.

Next week – Stonewall Park away. Come on the boys.


PS – I was asked to include some detail on the previous matches. The only thing worth noting was when Paul Tapper commented that Wild was “whipping balls from off stump into the leg side like a certain Sir Viv Richards” at Halstead. Never a truer word spoken.