The 9 men and a boy of Cowley met the 7 men and 2 women of North Cerney on a glorious sunny Sunday for a game of 30 30. There was also a man of mixed allegiance.
We fielded first and, sulking at this turn of events, your correspondent stationed himself on the downhill boundary, leaning against the fence and enjoying the view of Rendcombe college and the surrounding hills, not paying much attention to the cricket. Cowley seemed to bowl well, a few of the opposition troubled the boundary, I remember one particularly nice cover drive, Eric took a swirling skier with ease and Louis showed how much his fielding has come on this year. The rest is just a blur of intermittent clouds being blown over the gentle hills and dappled sunshine thrown across the wheat. The scorebook shows J Wade to be the pick of the bowlers with 2 wickets and Josh bowled a notable wicket maiden, however we gave up a total of 189 for 7, a few more runs than we are used to chasing.
Tea was served with great friendliness by our neighbours and although the lack of sandwiches was noted, your correspondent was more than placated with an extra jam tart and a top up of tea.
Cowley then had to respond to the challenge. Dave and Aji opened up and skilfully set about taking the shine off the old ball, this being done they both returned to the pavilion. Your correspondent and Eric, your captain, then shared a partnership of 52 which was broken up when your correspondent was forced to retire on 50, having taking advantage of friendly fire from Ralph. Eric continued to build our score efficiently and stylishly before departing, outfoxed by the young women of Cerny. This left the stage to the two young Wades who, needing 72 off the last 10, set about the task with relish. On the side lines there were fears of a collapse, worried glances at the run rate and knowing looks from those of us who have seen Cowley fold under this sort of pressure before. But today was different, today belonged to the Wades. It was glorious to watch, the ball being dispatched to every part of the ground, boundary followed by boundary, the ball flying over the pavilion, screaming past outstretched hand, smashing into the fence and bouncing over the rope. Finally, Jonny had to retire having reached a mature and at time brutal maiden 50 and it was left to Josh and Alex to guide us home with 11 balls to spare. Victory was ours to savour in the Bathurst Arms. Thanks to everyone involved and our gracious hosts for a wonderful afternoon of cricket in the Cotswolds.