To Cambridge, down Grantchester lane, past Geoffrey Archer’s gaff, past the Rupert Brooke, to play the first game of the season with Hassan; my Jamaican, Welsh, Bengali and Irish mate. At 11.30, the start of play,156 days 3 hours 20 mins 15 sec had passed since my last knock.
Two questions might have entered your head and in what order I’m not sure. They are does Hassan exist and is the time that’s elapsed since my last innings real? Which do you think is more likely ? That I’d be driven to a cricket match through quintessential Blighty by a quarter Jamaican, Bengali. Irish, and Welsh man or that I’d be potty enough to have kept a countdown since my last knock. I hope I’ve suprised you by telling you that Hassan is real and that there’s has been no flipping countdown.
If you don’t know already Crusaders are Cambridge University 2nd XI. Unlike Middlesex’s one day team they’ve not had to change their name for fear of offending a billion strong religion. Alleujah day today. The sun shone all day. Some April. Bet you it pisses down all August.
I’ve written this much about other stuff because I got 1 run of 12 balls. 99 short of my target with 38 balls not faced. You have to start somewhere don’t you? 100 of 50 balls is still on. What’s the rush? By the way, I forgot to place my £10 at 100 to 1 bet with Billy Hill.
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