Category: Match report

3 minute readDandy Dan writes: This match report has been written some months after the event so apologies if the details are a little hazy. Whilst holidaying at my friend Ben’s parent’s house this August, in rural France, about two hours east of La Rochelle, we decided to have a Test of

2 minute readDapper Dan writes: My day began as most of my days have begun recently: Girlfriend’s alarm goes off at 6.15am, she gets up, goes in shower, I go back to sleep. Girlfriend leaves for work approximately 7.15am, wakes me up to say goodbye, I go back to sleep. Sunlight in

2 minute readBert writes: WARNING – This match report contains some mention of the actual cricket. Trust me, it’s relevant. Those who are easily upset should discard this report now. Bert Jr and I returned to Old Trafford on day four. This time, we sat in the pavilion. At lunch some rather

2 minute readBert writes: It’s the school holidays, so I decided to take my six-year-old son, Bert, to his first live cricket experience (I believe that is what they are called these days). It was day two of the County Championship match between Lancs and Durham, so that seemed ideal. Being the

2 minute readTim writes: Riding on the crest of the Ashes wave and generally high both in spirit and days of annual leave to take before September, my good friend Thomas and I decided to go and enjoy the last days of English summertime in a most traditional way; watching men in

2 minute readGed Ladd writes: Daisy and I thought it would be a nice idea to treat our niece, Lavender (daughter of Daisy’s twin sister, Buttercup) to an evening at Lord’s, with Lavender’s new beau Escamillo, who hails from Lancashire. We have treated the Bristol-based nephews Belmonte and Manolete in the past,

3 minute readLemon Bella writes: Indian Skimmer and I went to Twenty20 finals day at Edgbaston. It didn’t go well. In retrospect, we think we were punished for going against our principles and attending a match at Edgbaston. We have a history with Edgbaston. Edgbaston hates us and we hate Edgbaston. First

2 minute readSW writes: It was agreed that The Australian and myself would enjoy a weekend of camping up at Peterborough with our acquaintance Price and some other lycra-clad rowing folk. There was rumour of naked rowing, pole climbing and general debauchery being on the cards, so this seemed like a good

3 minute readMahinda writes: It was a grey day in Manchestie when my motley crew headed to Old Trafford for an evening’s Twenty20 – Lankyshire versus Zummerrrrrrzet in a T20 Cup quarter-final. I’d organised a work-subsidised social. Workmate Andy had even brought his mother and two of his daughters along. We’d all

2 minute readGed writes: Daisy was feeling a bit poorly the night before and was expressing the sort of indifference towards the outing one would normally expect from cats. I gently explained that this pair of tickets were the hottest items in town and that I was a mere 30 seconds away