Hockwold v Old Catton 1st
A 40+ mile drive to the furthermost edges of the county took me to Hockwold. Due to logistics and a touch of laziness in my old age, I had resigned myself to watching Federer and Djokavic on Saturday afternoon. However, my one and only suddenly said, ‘Come on, I’ll take you there,’ and hastily making sandwiches, packing some washing gear, and rummaging around for my passport, we set off.
The Hockwold ground is very picturesque, with a long veranda-ed pavilion, tree shaded on two sides and with a high wall behind the far wicket that you have to clear to attain a six. They have a very good electronic scoreboard with all the information one needs, and adjoining the pavilion a comfortable refreshment room and bar in the village hall that we made good use of. Altogether, it was a nice place to visit – unless when you arrive at 2.30 Old Catton’s score is 42-8. We scored all of 51 all out and they passed it without losing a wicket. 0 points, enough said. Back down the road to the known world.
Old Catton A v Bystanders 1st.
Most of us from the Hockwold match turned up at the rec. to give moral support to the A’s, who were faced with a total of 175-5 from the Bystanders. I had a chat with Sue and Kobe before checking our current reply, 83-5, which meant we had a lot to do if we were to pass their score. Cometh the hour, cometh the man, or in this case, men, with scores of: 25 from Chunky, recovering from his severely bruised knee, 45 from Ryan S, 36 from Steve W, and 38 not out from Jay, the latter passing the total required, partnered by Peter Y on 8 not out. Jay disappeared into the corridor, his cry of triumph sounding like the bellows of the Minotaur in the labyrinth. All were delighted to give stand-in captain Ryan S a win in Barry B’s absence.
More was to come as Greg C gave us the news that the B’s had beaten Bystanders A at the Barracks. ‘How many did you score?’ I asked him. ‘48-7,’ he replied, ‘against Bystanders’ 47 all out.’ See the irony? The 1sts lose scoring 51, yet the B’s win scoring 48. 99 between them for 17 wickets down: funny old game.
Congratulations to the 17 of you, who turned up at the Whalebone to chat, drink and generally enjoy the company. I bet there aren’t many other clubs in Norfolk, whose players etc. gather together at their local watering hole after matches in such numbers, win or lose.
Barry Prime, Chairman.