Founded 1974 for recreation and refreshment
Saturday 10 June 1995
London Erratics v Artificials
at Islip Manor Park, Northolt
How did we lose to seven men?
The Artificials won the toss and elected to field.
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LONDON ERRATICS — 112 all out |
ARTIFICIALS — 116 for 7 |
| † | Khawaja | bowled | 1 | Heller | 8.2 | 1 | 29 | 2 | ||
| Rivington | bowled | 22 | Dunabin | 5 | 1 | 21 | 3 | |||
| Dunabin | bowled | 6 | Middleton F | 4 | 1 | 16 | 0 | |||
| Bush | bowled | 17 | Evans | 2 | 0 | 24 | 0 | |||
| Kirkham | caught | 35 | Kirkham | 4 | 2 | 19 | 2 | |||
| * | Evans | bowled | 1 | |||||||
| Heller | bowled | 0 | catches: | |||||||
| Middleton F | NOT OUT | 2 | Evans, | |||||||
| Brind | caught | 0 | Khawaja 2 |
Erratics lost by 1 wicket
| NARRATIVE |
| Weather: dull. Nine Erratics lined up against a mighty array of seven Artificials. |
| The Erratics lent the Artificials some assistance in the field. The Erratics innings was frenetic, with the ball regularly reaching the boundary — usually off the bat, but sometimes having missed bat, stumps, keeper, everything. Chris Dunabin’s six runs came in one scoring stroke, and Bill Bush’s score included only one single. Even James Rivington found the boundary rope a few times. When he was fourth out the score was 73, but Tim Kirkham was still there belligerently smashing the ball around. In due course, James trotted out to do his bit in the field; finding himself in the firing line on the long-off boundary, he stuck up a hand to wave the next Kirkham six on its way, only to find that he had caught it in his fingertips — to the elation of the Artificials and the fury of Tim (combined oscar/traitor nomination for James). The rest of the innings crumbled. |
| Not a big score, but surely too much for the depleted Artificials? The openers proved themselves worryingly frisky. But once they had gone (for 23 and 11, respectively), Richard Heller and Chris snapped up the next three wickets in double quick time (including an oscar nomination catch, wide to his left at slip, by Michael Evans). With the game now firmly in his control, Michael set about giving a captaincy masterclass: ‘We can afford to mix it up a bit, because we’ve still got Tim up our sleeve ... I quite fancy a bowl myself.’ The Artificials quite fancy your bowling too, Michael, and the No. 6 is racing to a half century. OK, it’s getting a bit close, it’s time for Tim ... woops, they’re not supposed to hit him about like that. Finally Tim shatters the stumps of the No. 6, out for 59. The total is 108 and all the Artificials have batted. But Michael says two of the earlier bats who made nought can bat again. The scores are levelled — and Tim strikes again! It’s up to Richard ... but a wild thrash wins it for the underdogs. |