September, writing about July. Why? Two reasons. I got lost in summer; hoping it would never end. Second reason. Down in Holby, a pal’s dad swore I got a hundred v Holby School’s 20 years ago. ‘My son was at the other end. I remember it well.’
Rubbish, rot, toilet. I’d flipping know if I’d got one. But Sandy Meuricoffre was adamant. Got back to London and searched through old care unit magazines for the lost ton.
Days later, girlfriend came home to find boxes overturned and papers strewn. Didn’t ask what I was doing. Not the slightest interest. But it did come. The question what are you doing came via dramatic or forgotten delay. It came two or so hours later. I’d rehearsed my answer in good time for it.
‘Looking for my life, I’m looking for my life’, I said.
The care unit mags. Many key years were missing. Girlfriend’s fault.
“Where are they? where’ve you put ma stuff ?”
I didn’t find the ‘89 annual. It had to be that year and Meuricoffre had be to wrong. There were innings of 97 and 99 that year; the 99 I write about in the blog intro but there was no 100. Meuricoffre had ruined the next couple of weeks. Could I have wiped a hundred from memory? Flaming son of Aswad no. Eccentric mad Professor type parent of an old pal was wrong.
Down to Reigate Priory. Not a get a ton game . RP side didn’t meet the criteria: Cricketers who rate themselves. They were hungover students, colts and 3rd, 4th teamers. But I did want game time practice for a money shot that I think will be essential for a 50 ball ton; the straight hit where no one can can catch you. I saw Afridi practise it for 20 mins- one shot for 20 minutes- during the 2020 World cup. Does Afridi presume bowlers will bowl straight? ergo he can go boom boom straight.
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