Wine trade cricket, final installment for the season
Played my last game of wine trade cricket today down at Further Friars, on the wonderfully idiosyncratic ground of Keevil Manor.
We won this one comfortably last year; this year was not to be a repeat. We had a good morning session, reaching 138-4 on a rather unpredictable pitch. Then we collapsed spectacularly in the afternoon, losing six wickets quite fast. Remarkably, I scored all of our afternoon runs. Both of them. I have two bruises on my chest where I took two short balls that came up unexpectedly high, too. Six for two is quite a collapse.
Then we bowled. We began well, with Scott Trutwein on fire, picking up four wickets in all. I normally do well here, but the ball just wasn't swinging (we began the innings with an older ball that didn't shine up), and in my second over I pulled my hamstring. I bowled a further four overs after this, off a shorter run, but it wasn't really working. Jasper Morris hit the winning runs for them with a lovely straight drive.
Now I'm in pain and hoping that this isn't a long-term problem. Pictured is Jasper (with his back to us) chatting to bowling hero Scottie.