Alas, extracting match reports from captains is as hard as a similar dental removal I recently had. Crunchy, gritty sounding and arduous. So here is an abridged match report and not wanting to name names, it was Jontin who was the captain.
Ley Hill won the toss and through themselves into batting first, in a kind of gay abandon we heartily admire. LOWN and McHUGH. Bish bash bosh and Yuri (’tis I) Snaffle a wicket. I stopped thinking so much and just stared at the stumps, all of the way through delivery. Hence SUSSUM came into bat. He was barely there before being caught off Suleman. Indeed Malikovich Suleman snaffled a further wicket with another catch. Bish bash bosh. Three more wickets for Yuri and catches and stumps. The kind of session in the field that leaves one… husky, stunned and proud. Hodderoff, Dacha and Goodman (new blood) also got wickets and at the end of the Ley Hill innings, they were all out for 119 off 34.2 overs.
A collective ‘gosh’ was raised amongst the collective but nothing is ever predictable, eh comrades? Tea was had vigorously. All very nice, struggling to remember my high point, all consumed.
And now, in a break from all normal manner of things and without any fair warning or expectation of change, the match report for the second half will come in the form of commentary from the match and a succession of almost meaningless textual coughs.