35 overs, 7 overs/bowler
BCC win by 10 wickets
SCC scoring 66 runs
Comrades! A different match report to follow, one that was written the next day after the match. Although as you can tell from the score above it was a travesty of cricket brought on by a terrible miss-match of abilities, it at least got us out in the baking hot sun, into the grounds of Babington House CC and down to delightful Somerset.
I simply won’t analyse the match and give the usual breakdown as I don’t feel we will gain anything from that. Comrade Samovar assisted as vice and I was captaining and I made splendid errors.
We had the great assistance of three locals who were friends of Comrade Altmananov: Simonovich and his son, Georgi and of course Markova. Each stepped in to support our numbers and we are very grateful. Father and son, Simonovich and Georgi even got to bat together. Thank you comrades.
Comrades, was it hot!? Moving was exhausting, breathing was exhausting and playing cricket was utterly nuts-offski. So in an amazing act of self effacing humility we rolled over and were all out for 66. A brief drink meant that we could be soon back out and provide the oppo with the deliveries required to swiftly finish off the bleeding and sweating carcass of the SCC so we could have tea and get to the bar.
Babington house is delightful and if you can you sell off three or four of your Dachas I suggest you join and invite us all down.
Brandonovski, Ilyeva and myself, PAWS and visitors Chipmonkski and Samovar had meals and rooms at The George in Nunney and that was great! Really good food and lovely service and smiles. There is also an ancient castle there which was worth a good nose around. The journey down from London is also a delight as the countryside is beautiful.
Thanks to Babington House CC for the opportunity and the wonderful location and thanks to all of you comrades who valiantly made the long journey down.
We smile, we stand erect. We brush the grass stains from our trousers, the nettle stings from our arms. The sweat we have wiped from our workers brows lays thick on the sleeves of our club shirts. This will bring us strength for our further struggles against the imperialist masses that challenge us. And so we prepare for our next battles, blooded, red with heat and similar of soul.
Semper Sodales, fors et Victores.