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v Woodford Wells

 Arrived late. Paid penalty and dropped down the order. I watch, wait, talk, pace about, sit, read paper, play every flipping ball in my head- an eternity before I bat. Runs were scored freely. I stewed, cursing the boundaries of others. With 170 chalked up, Captain said go and give it a thrash. Thankless task which I like. Glory if it comes off. No blame if you fail. You are being ordered to be reckless. It comes off. I got 40.

This was written by Tom Redfern. Posted on Wednesday, June 27, 2007, at 11:13 pm. Filed under Batting. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Comments are closed, but you can leave a trackback.