Runs, runs and at a decent pace until I was caught at deep long off. I quickly forgot that Cryptics bowled with a sodden ball, that they didn’t have a proper keeper, that the legside boundary was tiny etc. I could go on but let’s just say the odds where in my favour.
Writing about scoring runs is strangely unsatisfying. Bradman who scored a zillion runs and wrote The Story of My Cricketing Life…. (1930), My Cricketing Life (1938), Farewell to Cricket (1950) and The Art of Cricket must have been bored to death scribbling ‘I scored a hundred and then a double hundred, followed that with a hundred the next day. The third hundred felt better than the all others that week’. I’ll take my struggle over Bradman’s any day.