They should call this place Cowdrey School for cricket. While I was batting- for a three ball duck- Cowdrey’s grandson was bowling, Cowdrey’s son was watching. Back inside the pavilion Cowdrey MC, Cowdrey CS, Cowdrey JC, Cowdrey GR- they were every where you looked; on the honours board, photos, potraits etc. When I took ma pads off, guess who was staring down from the Rugby XV of 1950? MC Cowdrey.
And the 3 ball duck, not by a Cowdrey thank god but death by dibbly dobbler; caught at mid on. Excuse 1: the ball stopped. Excuse 2 : It got caught up in the wind.
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