Drowning Sorrows
WE AINT GOING TO STANDFORD IT
BY BARMY KEV , BEEFY & POSH MARGARET
T+T GAME
BEEFY & BARMY KEV MET AT 2PM AT BEECH BAR. NERVES were jangling and were surprisingly subdued for us. We agreed losing was not an option. Whatever happens let’s get behind team. Major panic- we wanted our flags to be more prominent on grass bank , but exceptionally windy. How can flags survive securely
Beefy
“ well with tooth picks of course”. Next order at bar was for tooth picks
At ground settled on Murtagh’s Mound. Flags safely secured.
We won toss. First cheer and chant of day. “We won the toss, we won toss e i addio we won toss.” “We’re the best tossers in the world”
Teams out chanting got more vociferous. Undeterred by poor start , we carried on buying our beer / wine tokens and supporting the lads
Beefy asked
“ What’s the lowest total to win 20/20 match?”
Barmy Kev Reply was
“ Sit down shut up”
As wickets falling and no one able to found boundary singles were mutely cheered. With 100 a feasible target and Scoobie and Ted in, suddenly there was a boundary fest. A massive chorus of “ Scotty for England”
I've said all along that we should call him"Unidexter". Here's the evidence - ed.
As run rate was increasing so was the wine rate , with not so Posh Margaret drinking, as quick as they were running .
Just as, in last over it looked like we were going be above 6 an over 2 quick wickets prevented this, but at least a competitive score.
Things were looking better as 1st over Super Tim” bowling towards his mount took a caught and bowled straight at him.
Posh Margaret
“ Kev wasn’t that how you caught me on beech”
Then another wicket next over . This was going to be our day. Every dot ball WAS CELEBRATED Ecstatcally. Straussie applauded this and then our shouts of “ Straussie Strauusie give us a catch. Beefy went to bar by the time he returned 2 more wickets down. Fatally he did not return to the bar again.
Wth 5 overs to go 8 + runs per over needed we were in party mode. Locals were joining in , loving the ‘Sex on Murtagh’s mound.
The rest we all know about.
End of match reaction
Barmy Kev
Sat down in tears on mound. Then just left ground. I tried to blot out audible celebration music. All else I could hear was “taxi” I didn’t want to go to bar and went straight to bed and spared a hangover
Beefy
I laid down on my back devestated. A T+T girl pulled me up and stood there laughing. This stage I just wanted to go home. Instead I retired to the bar and congratulated very painfully T+T team as they paraded cheque and trophy.
Posh Margaret
While I was disappointed I wanted to see presentation. MY main vision was seeing Middx players stunned not knowing what to do with themselves. I gave Kev a comfort hug, before retiring to bar
So that was the low point. We were all quickly over it. There are worse places to watch us lose and perspective was found.
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