Coleshill 3rd XI v Visitors match report

Spigot of 4.5 Inches fame writes:

My first match! I waited a season and a half for the privilege of turning out for the Coleshill Thirds and when the call finally came, oh I was there. You betcha. Not least because it turned out we were playing Visitors – the most prolific multi-disciplined sporting team in the history of history.

Rendezvousing at the good, proper, centrally-located and very well appointed cricket ground, we then get a lift to the secondary school on the edge of town leaving the first team to play on the real pitch. A good half hour of “warming up” by collecting fag packets, chocolate bar wrappers and broken biros from the outfield was such a great experience and I didn’t think it could get any better.

Just like Lord's

I couldn’t have been more wrong as by the innings interval I was able to tuck into my “first day at school” lunch box of tasty sandwiches and posh cookies as prepared by the lady wife, leaving me feeling both smug and full, compared to everyone else sharing a packet of Quavers and a four-finger Kit Kat between the lot of them.

Either sides of the middle and at each end of the match, various people ran about for various reasons and no one was eaten by the moles. This included a Chariots-Of-Fire-esque reenactment of the 20-metre toddle, against my son, on the school sports day grass track. I beat him. Oh yes! Who’s the daddy? Me!

A great day had by all, largely except for anyone trying to play a 45-over game in gloom and light drizzle on a rotten pitch on a huge slope. To think that I was called just before all this ‘went down’ to go and do some out-of-hours support for the company I’m about to leave. How could I have possibly gone through with that when I would have missed all of this?

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9 Appeals

  1. Spig – for shame with the posh snap and not sharing! One fears that the sarnies were organic brown bread with the crusts cut off too

  2. Yes, what was in the sandwiches? You conspicuously didn’t tell us.

  3. Warburtons seeded batch? No way I’m sharing that loveliness.

  4. I think they were spinach, brie and baby plum tomato. mmmmm

  5. Christ on a bicycle! How extraordinarily bourgeois!

  6. Christ was well known to favour the milder cheeses when on tour, as it happens, so Biblical precedent is with Spigot on this one.

  7. It’s my turn to do the teas at our cricket club soon – I do hope that none of the team reads this as I was planning to fob them off with marmite or fish paste.

  8. Heh, my wife swears she will never ever ever get involved with all that doiley nonsense…

  9. I should have known Spiggy that you’d be the kid with the posh nosh, refusing to share it with all the oiks and hoi poloi whose mams just cuffed them round the ear when they asked for some snap for t’cricket

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