Old Trafford Twenty20 match report

Mahinda 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 spent the afternoon glued to the weather forecasts with a sense of impending doom.

5pm We got to the creaky old ground and picked out some choice seats towards the long-on side of cow corner. I’d brought some onion bhajis, crisps, bread and cheese (Afterburner – a delectable cheddar with flaked chillies, purchased in rage at Altrincham market after I’d discovered that someone had STOLEN MY DOUX DE MONTAGNE from the office fridge) and lastly, some “interesting” cloudy apple juice that tasted surprisingly like scrumpy.

5.10pm Some people were on the pitch, playing some practice strokes and biffing balls into the crowd. Some old dear got hit in slow motion, despite much shouting. Play was due to start as scheduled. The mascots were out, Lanky Giraffe joined by something called “Stumpy”.

It took us quite some time to work out that Stumpy was in fact a dragon. To go with the Somerset Sabres moniker, we’d expected some sort of fierce-looking sabre-toothed tiger. But no, it was a rather floppy purple dragon. There was also a bright green crocodile, which turned out to be something to do with an U11 team who was there for the day.

5.20pm The umpires and various others gathered on the square… and then the rain started in earnest. Spotting turned to that peculiarly Mancunian light drizzle, which in turn evolved into a refreshing shower… then rain. Proper soak-you-through-from-the-shoes-up rain.

Old Trafford Cricket Ground at its most mediocre

Brollies were up, hopes were down. My two-tier black and white golf umbrella was well and truly trumped by Andy’s mum’s sunflower number. Very cheerful. The folk huddling together in the lower tier of K stand looked smug.

6pm The umbrellas bobbed like sea-tossed beachballs as people left, either for shelter in the bar area, or home altogether. An announcement was made that the latest the match could start was 8.07pm. No sooner, no later. The disappointment was palpable.

Basking in the permafrost at Old Trafford Cricket Ground

6.30pm By now, we’d had a few beers. And scrumpy. Rollers were being employed to squeeze the water around. When one nipped over to the boundary to get rid of its yellowish watery load, it looked as though its driver was urinating mightily. Andy’s daughters were impressed.

7pm The game finally got called off. We finished our drinks and left. Five of us got a tram into town for consolatory drinks. We’d started, so we may as well finish!

8pm The City Arms. Kebabbage was discussed.

9.30pm (approx) The Waterhouse. Which, we found, would serve us mixed grills at 10pm. Hurrah! £6.99 including a decent pint. Double-hurrah!

11pm (ish) Three of us left, clearly talking rubbish. We staggered home, via tram (Mark) and bus (Mike and I).

All in all, a rather successful evening out.

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10 Appeals

  1. By “office” you meant of course “palace”

  2. Good account.

    Oh to be in England now that summer is here!

  3. King Cricket

    August 11, 2009 at 1:33 pm

    We might have neglected to credit the author there for a minute. Thanks for inadvertently bringing that to our attention, Ceci.

  4. Ah! thank you for the clarification – I should have realised that the use of the word “work” automatically excluded your authorship

  5. King Cricket

    August 11, 2009 at 6:58 pm

    We work.

    Oh how we work.

  6. I had a similar experience, taking a couple of people from work – one of whom had never been to a cricket match before and thinks all you do is stand drinking beer watching it rain. I’ll wager my hangover was probably worse than Mahinda’s.

    On a side note -it’s an interesting mindset that makes people prefer to sit in ‘their’ seats with their umbrellas up, rather than heading for the many areas where it isn’t raining.

  7. Isn’t a match report devoid of cricket content null and void when there was not, in fact, any cricket.

    Also, might I suggest that there is a remarkably large amount of cricket-like substances within the text considering that there was no cricket.

  8. I took people to the Yorkshire game. Brilliantly, it was impossible to see the video screen or scoreboard from our seats.

  9. Gaaah! I leave the site for a week-long break, and look what happens!

    Ged, I’m not sure what you mean about cricket-like substances. At no point do I mention grasshoppers.

    Webster, I took a visiting German to a T20 game last year. He was doing rather well with the rules and so on…until we told him how, if it started raining, the game would have to stop. He just shook his head confusedly.

  10. King Cricket

    August 17, 2009 at 5:23 pm

    You take breaks from the site?

    Why would you do that?

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