On a crisp Friday 28th November, fourteen of Cholsey’s most fearless and questionably athletic cricketers descended upon Oxford Westgate with a single mission: swing the bat and then smash a curry.

What followed was a spectacle.

Bats were swung with the grace of hungover flamingos, balls were dispatched (more often missed) with dramatic commitment, and several players insisted the tracking system was “definitely broken” whenever they played a shot resembling abstract art. A few surprise heroes emerged; a few reputations were quietly buried.

Victory was celebrated at Mowgli, where naan bread was wielded like trophies, spice levels were bravely exaggerated, and plans for next year’s rematch were already loudly underway.

In short:
Cholsey CC arrived. Sixes survived. Mowgli fed them. A fine evening was had by all.