Wyre v Norcross II Match Report - Every Day is Like Sunday

Wyre travelled like Wilburys to Norcross on Saturday 29th June full of High Hopes of bringing the season Back to Life in this bottom of the table Clash. A hot humid and muggy day in the Summertime felt like just the sort to put the opposition in the field to Run themselves into the ground like a Ragged Tiger, so we all congratulated Captain Beefheart on a toss well won and settled in to watch an afternoon's batting.

Kenny's 2nd ball of the day was a rank full toss that he looked to Smash like a Pumpkin through the covers, only to find the upstretched palms of a taller cricketer than Ackers. Nathan dully took to the crease and was again starting to look in fair nick, only to be quickly triggered by the home umpire as the bowler screamed Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want. So he did, and up went the finger. The bruise on his upper thigh is available to view by appointment. The home umpire continued his Clint Eastwood impression and squeezed the trigger finger again, this time with Bamf halfway down the track. From there on in it was pretty much a procession of ducks, with the exception of a hard ground out 5 from Dan Carter and a swashbuckling 10 from Dandy Highwayman Andy Mackay. He stood and Delivered a glorious straight 4 amongst a knock of entertaining stroke play. Tim Bernstein anchored the collapse with 19 from 116 balls showing how not to give your wicket away, and was only outscored by that Wyre CC stalwart Mr Extras with 20. 58 all out in 39 overs made for a pretty quiet lunch, albeit a cracking one from the ladies at Norcross CC. The Strawberry Switchblade jam and cream cake is always a winner!

Norcross then came in to bat and set about the Wyre bowling like Radford sets about a cake buffet, knocking it off in under 9 overs for the loss of just the one wicket. The wicket fell into the hands of Tom Gregson ironically from the sole rank bad ball Joe Rawcliffe has bowled in weeks in amidst his continued victory over bat edges! Notable moment in the depressingly rapid run chase would be when Ackers, backpeddling like a Bengali in Platforms, managed to deflect the ball into his face rather than take the catch. All this whilst someone offered the sage advice of "Don't catch it" as the umpire was screaming "No ball" in his lughole as the ball descended from the Heavens to leave him Miserable Now. He was clearly a little Dazed and Confused following the blow as it was only confirmation from Kenny in the pub afterwards that it wasn't his own inner chimp telling him not to bother with the catch.

The post match quiet in the dressing room was summed up by Joe in stating "It feels like Sunday." When pointed out by Ackers it felt more like a Morrissey Sunday, Joe claimed to know nothing of our Manchester hero, nor like music. His education begins here!