Build up

The resounding win the previous week gave the players a streak of arrogance in their stride, and  as the players walked over the boundary rope onto the field from the pavilion, it was less Hairy  Dog and more Reservoir Dogs.

Diamonds 

Chris Col, and Pagey were unable to make this game and with Kit and Ali pulling out a few days  before, it left a last-minute scramble to field a full eleven. 

Phil R (Mt White), Parker (Mr Grey Whites), Rob C, Gino, Davo (Mr Blue), Matt Stafford (Mr  Straight One), Haggis, Phil B (Mr Pink Eye), Chris S, Matt Sonczak, Will R (Mr Red). 

Put your hands up 

We lost the toss, and the visitors elected to bat. Like in all Tarantino movies the scene is set  early, usually in a restaurant. So, who better to step up than Mr Pink Eye to take wickets with the  4th and 5th deliveries of the day. Rob C tying down the batters and torturing them at the other  end, on comes Haggis putting another tick against the body count, Mr Grey Whites ditto. Mr Red  grabbing a victim, all this was before Mr Blue in one of the most unusual moments of play nearly  got wiped out himself, self-preservation kicked in, it was nearly caught and bowled, but the hard  tense hands only served to deflect the projectile onto the stumps, and with the non-striker out  of his ground we had another. Mr Straight One couldn’t get the batters to miss a straight one,  Matt Sonczak and a bleeding Mr White tried too but to no avail, Chris S did provide another  breakthrough before the visitors limped back to the rendezvous point leaving a target of 89 to  chase. 

Mexican stand off 

We had an undercover cop as the oppo found themselves a man down so double fielding duties for Mr Brown. Then a plot twist as Mr White and Mr Grey Whites opened, much to the pleasure of  any action movie buffs, not just because we could now tell the difference between the two in  the middle, but because this was as close to Hollywood as we are likely to see from Mr White who is usually a Dusk til Dawn type of batter, Mr Grey Whites matching him with lustful blows.  Rob C, Gino and another red inker from Mr Blue contributing to another blood bath massacre,  and nobody could say they were stuck in the middle with you.

Hold (the back page) up 

The teas were as good as they come, but we didn’t tip the waitress. Nominations were given for  what would usually be worthy winners. But the run out from Mr Blue really was something to  behold. 

Ear next 

Hadfield at home on Wednesday the 14th of May.