Not quite so exotic as Return to Oz, or Return to the Blue Lagoon, but one necessary to get some form back before the the new cricket season.
Alas, it's been a boggy winter at the main ground here in Newark, so we're netting in the rather neglected facilities at the local Academy, which apparently we own, but don't seem to maintain.
Certainly I'd love to know what Geoff Boycott would have though about a wicket well covered in pine needles, with old brown leaves a foot deep around the edges. Certainly it gave a bit of spice to one or two deliveries, wasn't sure the skipper was expecting to get a neck high bouncer off me bowling off a 6 pace amble.
Cricket was a great lost love of mine; I always loved watching it, but a series of unfortunate experiences with cliquey clubs as a youngster - combined with a bit of a talent problem - put me off playing for years until I finally returned last year, in a friendly club environment where middle aged weirdoes like me are allowed to ply our trade in the third team. However no wickets taken, one catch dropped, and a batting average of 6.00 didn't get the Nottinghamshire scouts interested.
I'm looking for a much better season this year. Skipper thinks I'm a lot more confident in may batting - i.e. less useless - and my sharp left arm inswingers also impressed (yeah right).
30th April, Belvoir away, should be my first game.
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