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'Graveney Lose by a Distance against Reigate Priory'
By Dave Moody
Reigate Priory 257 - 7 (from 40 overs)
Graveney 127 all out (from 28.3 overs)
Graveney Lost by 130 runs
So 4-1 wasn't
that nad then because the Argies couldn't even get 1!
Still, enough of the football
and back to the game that would have been "in doubt" if it was
England playing and not the Germans. A little bit of World Cup
orientated banter did pass between our debutant Kiwi, Steve Bulman
and our "Slovakian Stud" Peter (now identified by Barry as no
Arnold Schwarzenegger but possibly a "lady boy"...) but here we
all were, preparing to play against a sixth eleven, kids and their
dads as described by our eminent chairman.
But hang on, the other five
elevens play league cricket (sounds ominous...) and didn't
their first eleven win the Surrey Premier league a couple of seasons
back (more ominous...) and didn't one of their teenage
players become the first Surrey County Cricket player, just the
other week, to record a 20/20 ton (maybe you can see where this
is heading...)? Well, yes, and at the end of the day, they were
twice the team we were or, put another way, we could only get half
the runs they did in recording a defeat by a whopping 130 runs!
Their skipper won the toss and
duly elected to bat on yet another balmy summer's day, the Mynthurst
wicket looking reasonable and the boundary ropes set out to maximum
thus giving an enormous outfield to be covered by the Graveney
fielders. Very quickly, it looked as if that outfield was going to
be the grave of several Graveney fielders and bowlers as the Priory
VI openers raced away at a rate of nine an over, skipper Moody
issuing a rallying cry to his troops at the first drinks break
telling them to "not worry about the singles, give yourself room to
stop the fours as the ball's racing away like an Exocet missile
across this table top outfield!"
After a couple of missed
chances, the breakthrough finally came when "Bigger" Tim castled
Massey who had rocketed to a well struck 103 out of an opening
partnership of 158. The fact that Priory only added 99 further runs
in the rest of their innings was testament to the bowlers and
fielders reigning the opposition back in. Debutant Bulman picked up
a wicket in his first match and held on to a skier in calm fashion
and Nick Goodburn snaffled an excellent one-handed catch for the
very tops of the grass when the ball seemed to have died on him and
looked like going to ground. Their were two wickets for Gray and one
each for Eveleigh, Weston and Pradeep whose final figures of
7-2-14-1 were outstanding in a total of 257/7 from 40 overs.
The generous Priory boys even
shared some of their tea (everybody had been advised to bring
their own sandwiches...) with the motley Graveney crew who then
proceeded to succumb to their opponents when it came to attempting
to chase down their target, all bar two clean bowled - the other two
succumbed to LBWs (both batsmen had their doubts about the
decisions but hey ho, such is your luck sometimes...) - and, at
56 for 8, it looked as if the margin of defeat would be considerably
high. However, there followed two entertaining 30+ stands for the
ninth and tenth wickets, Bulman smiting a couple of mighty fours in
his 15, Vibert shocking everyone with his unbeaten 20 and "Rodders"
grabbing the man of the match award for his boundary laden 38.
Still, 130 runs was quite a margin of defeat.
The majority of us retired to
the "Plough" post-match to refresh ourselves with alcoholic
beverages and amuse ourselves at the antics of the old and young
"Stud Muffins" (or Barry and Peter, as they are better known...).
How do women resist their "charm"
(Steve Bulman's catch was
the 1,000 taken by Graveney since full records have been kept -
1990, Congratulations to Nick Goodburn for taking his 50th in this
match ed.)
Man of the match:
Rod
Smith.
Champagne moment:
Barry
Gray ......on stopping the ball in
his follow through, reacted to the young non-striker's call of "one
run" by turning, leaping (some might call it falling...)
and releasing the ball from all of two feet from the stumps, duly
clearing them by about a foot and ending up in a heap at the bottom of
them. Not satisifed with this outstanding attempt to claim the award, he
then ended up in a heap behind the very same set of stumps later on
whilst umpiring, when he neglected to notice the ball being returned
with reasonable force from the boundary thus being struck by it and
"thump", down he went once again like a sack of spuds, much to the
amusement of his "concerned" team-mate |