Apparently, young Mr Pick of Grindale was angry at the crease. The view from the boundary by your Agnes manager saw the immensely talented Mr Pick playing some of the most admirable batting strokes seen in any coaching manual, with considerable gusto and vigour. I cannot recount how many boundaries he hit during his brief and unbeaten spell at the crease, but he seemed to me to be flawless in putting bat to ball. I couldn’t help but wonder therefore why, according to his team-mates watching him from the pavilion, was he so angry? Perhaps, I concluded, he had asked a chum to slap him about a bit before he went out to bat, so he could get his anger up and play his shots with such tremendous conviction. We may never know.
Suffice as to say, the Agnes boys were a touch below par with both bat and ball.
Sam Moore Sam Moore however was deemed worthy of a bottle of port. First for admiring a new set of club batting gloves so appreciatively, that he forgot it was his turn to actually go out and bat. Second for being run-out without scoring and then insisting his nought couldn’t be recorded as fact because he hadn’t faced a ball. And then again in the field for getting his hands to a top edge by one of the Grindale openers, only to parry the ball up, make a despairing dive and parry the ball again, to the ground. Outstanding!