Ducked into Barnes hoping none of their players from the bitter league match were around. Kensington CC don’t have a home ground. They play here on some Sundays.
I was told that I was batting 5 then dropped to 6 for a mate of the skippers who came late. I objected. My argument was if he can’t get here on time, why the hell should he leapfrog me? I’m often late. I know the penalties for being late.
Our captain, a charmless gruff geordie barked back “droop doon to noommer 11, there’ll be na dissent in ma teem. Ah gru ‘p plying oonda an ottokratic captain for 40 years- dat was fa Dooram boy.”
‘Look after your favourites wont you… I mumbled
‘What ya say,’
‘Oh nothing,’
Shuffled off pretending not to be aggrieved. I got a few runs here last year after watching the captain’s pals spend all day batting bloody slowly. The same thing happened this year. You get what you deserve.
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