A foreigner arriving on these shores may well be confused by a game that lasts five days the outcome of which is that neither side wins. They should be less puzzled should the game last about five hours. But given that the watching crowd were just as bewildered at the extreme swings, ups and downs that occurred in this afternoon affair they may also be forgiven for giving up on cricket altogether -or alternatively falling in love with it.
Talking of falling in love with cricket, it was The Author’s return to the village in which he first played a proper match forty years ago to this very day. Although that match took place at Glynde Park just up and over the hill. The same age as Master Ed, the scorebook showed a duck opening the innings, being stumped by an 80 year old wicket keeper. A similar range of ages was on show today, Glynde fielding a young side and, apart from Noakes Very Junior, Wanderers with an average somewhere in the mid to late 40s.
Talking of averages in the mid to late 40s, Wanderers lost the toss and were put into bat, Chirpy Crathern top scoring with 45 not out. Given that Baker Joe was often accused of ‘jug avoidance’, it may be suggested that Lloyd has taken on this mantle.
First up, however, was a solid opening partnership from the Butcher clan. Adrian would be rather pleased to be amongst the runs with 31 and Matt added another 40 to his season’s tally. Matt’s Vaughanesque concentration during his increasing appearances in the Wanderers top order this year have been a welcome sight. The opening partnership put on 66 runs, the third fifty partnership up top this season.
Wanderers innings was one of many decent starts but no-one pushed on to the ‘big one’. This was not entirely unwelcome, given that the Binary Club was hoping to close its doors to further membership for a while, and a few healthy knocks meant that, at six and a half an over, the innings finished on 190. A total that should be more than defendable on most Sunday afternoons.
For a while it seemed like that. Glynde made a slow start to their innings. At 17-2 after five overs it was easy to assume that the match would meander a tiring course for the batting side. The Author even commenting to Chirpy from the sidelines that an easy afternoon looked in the offing. The Glynde fourth wicket pairing had other ideas. A stand of 94 between young batsmen May and Silvester jnr, and just as alarming a run rate of over ten an over, put Glynde firmly in the box seat. The bowling was alternated but the tide was barely stemmed. Wanderers were to consider themselves fortunate at May’s eventual dismissal. A high full toss was not called by the umpire and Lloyd took a grateful catch at mid-on. The chief damage maker removed, Wanderers saw a glimmer of light. But Silvester jnr continued to keep the scoreboard ticking and at 177-4 Glynde were just 14 runs from home with plenty of balls remaining.
After the loss of the fourth wicket, The Binary Club relocated itself BN8. Not Plumpton, where it often had a pop up membership shop, but this picturesque setting. A person watching from the top of Mount Caburn may have be fixated at the coming and goings. Five wickets were to fall for seven runs during the course of a four over period, the first of which started with a smart run out orchestrated between Lloyd and Noakes snr. The two young batsman to follow were both caught by Teflon after skying swipes and Chirpy bowled the number 10 to leave Glynde short by six runs with the single wicket remaining. The remaining pairing, with captain Silvester snr having come to the crease, looked likely to ease across the line if calm was kept. In the 29th over, a sweet boundary was struck and shortly after the scores became level with an over or so remaining. Oh so close for Wanderers. But there was one last twist.
The Big Bear bowled the final ball of the penultimate over and a panicky single was attempted. It often seems to be the case with nine wickets down and close to a target a batting side is inclined to take risks however comfortable they look in reaching their target. Wanderers have done this themselves. The drive is to take half opportunities over the chance a ball ‘has your name on it’. This is precisely what occurred this afternoon as captain Silvester was ran out by some quick hands from The Big Bear at the wicket via Lloyd’s throw. The match was tied. We don’t get many of those.
As the heavy shower clouds loomed Wanderers retired to the clubhouse. An unusual afternoon of twists and turns at what was a new ground for many. Back to jolly old Berrylands next week for the visit of regulars, Greys. Matches don’t get closer than this. Well, they can’t can they ?
It turned out to be a lot closer in the end, and losing the toss and fielding on what was likely to be the hottest outing of the year was taken in good spirits, as Wanderers returned to Berrylands this Sunday with Yellow Stumps piling on the runs in a 40 over jaunt.
Sun cream and hydration was the biggest order of the day as the exposed realms of Mid-Sussex offered up a different climatic setting to the one encountered in last year’s wet affair. Smith was bowled Smith early on, but from there the third wicket chugged away as the bowling rotated in search of solutions. The outfield had the proud appearance of a new haircut and a crisply timed drive found the boundary a lot easier. That said, the inevitable drive of beauty still found it’s way to stop short on occasion, as well as a few strokes that took the aerial route, so the Berrylands outfield is still as intent on having the last laugh at a stroke admiring batsman. This may have saved both sides from further punishment.
One of the biggest frustrations at the departure of two free scoring batsman can often be that their end leads to thoughts of what might have been. Batsman Richardson fell at 65, and centurion Reynolds retired after passing three figures. But the score by then had reached 170. The latter efforts in the last 9 overs yielded thirty odd runs and three wickets, all to Butcher jnr. Where is that early pea roller when you need it ? Berrylands is such a petulant child.
Wanderers reply had a degree of fragmentation. At the 10 over break (wise intervals on such a day) the score stood at 58-2. But in the 23rd over it was 94-6. The pace had slowed down and the afternoon had a feel of a pleasant affair of batting time and match enjoyment. However, at the end, Budgie Crathern was still there, with Lord Sponge and The Slaymaker playing Robin to Lloyd’s Batman, so the gathered crowd began to wonder. Sadly, both Lukey and Peter fell after some good partnership co-ordination and some nice biffs themselves. DJ Dave came to the crease, the DAB was back on menu and inevitably it was Lloyd who was eventually dismissed for a sweaty and focussed 48. The OSIT continues to harass the ‘Not Out’ column.
Berrylands at its best on another pleasant Sunday afternoon. Off to the picturesque Buxted Park next week as the season continues to race by.
One of Great Yarmouth’s most famous sons is James Paget, who had a disease named after him. Given that the town sits on the north eastern edge of Anglia, like a boil on England’s bum, this may seem quite fitting. Although the place, unlike many old seaside towns in England, seems far from decayed and decrepit. It could be the 1970s, for sure, but it doesn’t feel the need to overly update itself with twenty first century efficiency or showy modern art. It just is. The donkeys wait patiently on the seafront, parents also queue patiently in the hope of ten minutes calm once the ice cream has been promised for a behavioural barter, and a local fish has the most briefest of lifespans given the plethora of outlets advertising the national dish. The one man show advertisements at the piers entrance for Jim Davidson and Roy ‘Chubby’ Brown are the only eyesores that might reveal any challenges to a progressive agenda.
So the Southwick schooner sailed into port on Friday evening with the odd man overboard. A prolonged burst of heavy rain, with summer wishing to maintain its inconsistencies, had rendered the twenty over affair at Bungay impossible before the weekend had barely started. This may have been a blessing. The traffic going east had been more akin to an exodus than a desire to get away for the weekend. Some had foolishly broken the trip at Bishop Stortford services, the only facility on the M11. In The Author’s case this had turned a 20 minute stop into a 90 minute hellish experience such was the clamour for McDonalds. England shirts abounded, if football had come home it was going nowhere from here, and the prospect of reaching Bungay in time to pick up the scorer’s pencil was about the same as the Three Lions winning a penalty shoot out in an international tournament. Thus it was proved.
With news filtering through of the cancellation journeys continued to the coast. Well, for most. Folk gathered at The Prom Hotel bar and began to saturate their kidneys as much as the Anglian hinterlands had quenched their pastures. Will was absent having continued to Bungay to visit Mum. Scyther Styles had also gone to Bungay with a view to continuing to Great Yarmouth. A plausible plan excepting that there was no facility to do so and no accommodation on offer. Thus, a few drinks in a local pub was followed by an attempt to set up a hammock and rest for the night. Given that Peter didn’t even have a lift at midday this could have been billed as progress. When the weekend was announced it was left, in a fair modern arrangement, for folk to make their own plans. Who needs plans when you have a hammock ?
The sun rose over the broads, Great Yarmouth awoke and the dumplings made their way to town for their Saturday excursion. It was an early start for a number of the Wanderers faithful, gathering for breakfast at the Dining Room at the bottom of Regents Road. This in itself was a worthy achievement of note given the state in which some had completed the previous evenings frivolities. There were rumours that Noodle had been seen in a kebab shop, still as yet unproven for such a happening would require evidence in triplicate, and other rumours that Scyther Styles was somewhere on the A143 having planned to catch the first bus to the coast- another rumour for the fact checkers given that ‘planned’ was the operative word.
Rather than heading to the beach, a large gathering of Wanderers made their way to the rather stylish crazy golf course further along the prom. Split into small groups, many a local challenge occurred. Lord Sponge was the overall winner, although apparently Noodle ran him close..
Noodle’s Oreo shake was a thing to behold
No weekend away is complete without the obligatory evening meal. The ‘China Diner’ had been booked in another part of town. The schooner shipmates wondered about the standard of fare that may have been on offer and whether or not the pre-booking had been confused in any translation. Had we ordered take aways and the tables been an accidental addition from the owners sideline furniture business ? We needn’t have worried. The venue afforded us a private room and the food was abundant and most scrumptious..
Although the food was reasonably priced, the plethora of fines stacked up. It was understandable that Mr Styles had bought his hammock to freeload around Norfolk as his cost in penalties alone was enough to put any tourist off..
Scyther Styles was eventually taken pity on and offered a sleeping quarter for the night. As some of the team reconvened at The Prom Hotel he stayed a while then made his way to the night’s stop, key in hand, only to return because he couldn’t find it. The Fines Master rubbed his hands in delight.
Oh, on Sunday we played cricket……. At North, sorry, South Walsham. Even the home club wanted to fine The Author for that.
South Walsham went into bat at an uncontested toss. The weather was warm, and the suncream was out. Well, Gemma had the suncream out in her ruthlessly efficient way. Some others failed to observe the ritual perhaps pining for the drab skies of this season’s Berrylands adventures. These hands (and forehead) are suffering as we speak.
Lord Sponge took a wicket early doors thanks to a catch by the splendid man of the match, Sam, one of a number of Wanderers Herberts. The second wicket stand yielded 67 runs, the only fifty partnership of the match, which was followed by a couple of run outs from the hand of keeper Noakes snr and the nimble and dexterous Lloyd. The 40 overs yielded a total of 175-7, Phil and Sam taking a brace each.
Then we had tea.
Then we had TEA. As in, yer know, sandwiches and cake. The Noakes clan had already brought splendiferous cake. It was a culinary heaven. Even crab sandwiches were on the menu. Given that the schooner had sailed all the way to Norfolk for a single match it could be requested of Gemma to book a return fixture for next year. Or maybe they could come to us. Just bring the tea ladies.
After all had eaten, and eaten to the full, it was time to return to the middle. 176 is a total that Wanderers have chased down with ease on a number of occasions, but this was to prove a little much. Unusually, the run makers seemed to labour a little on a slower track and against an attack that offered accuracy but not much peril. Teflon Noakes top scored with 21, the Big Bear making 20. The rest made itself up of odds and sods and a few Binary Club entrants as the order went on. Nonetheless, everyone got a bat and the result seemed to be immaterial to the enjoyment of a dry and pleasant afternoon. The innings finished on 84-11 and we all retired to the pub. The Author had another argument with his sat nav so inevitably turned up last..
A brief spell in the pub was curtailed by the need to attend the viewing of another sporting event in Great Yarmouth at the ‘home pub’ of the weekend. Some made their way there whist others made their way elsewhere. The Euros had, in a sense, become an anti-climax for some. Tired eyes sat as the final wound on and there seemed little sadness at the end. Folk perhaps more thinking about the long drive home and in some cases work the following day.
As tour weekends go, there was little to offer in cricketing terms. And, even then, Wanderers didn’t have their best of days. But the fact that it actually happened at all was a victory in itself. And more memories were created for the online scrapbooks. We certainly seem to be racking up those…
Pictures: Gemma Manvell, Catherine Noakes
As pleasant a setting Staplefield affords, a person who hasn’t visited for a while may be forgiven for driving up and down the A23 wandering what has happened to the old turn off at Slaugham woods. Had it not been for his recent entry into the digital age such confusion would have engulfed The Author.
The village pitch, however, remains the same as always. An old fixture, on and off, for Wanderers. And not often a happy hunting ground. However, as the weather teased and threatened the match was played to its conclusion.
Wanderers won the toss, using an old-fashioned coin on this occasion, and Staplefield were asked to bat. Reduced to 25-3 in the earlier stages, Staplefield recovered to a respectable 155-5, a 6th wicket partnership of 64 helping them on their way. There was an even spread of wickets with Butcher jnr picking up a couple and Noakes very jnr picking up a brace after his bad luck in the last outing.
Wanderers reply was swift and threatened to finish the match in quick time, Master Wilson swotting the vector of disease to all parts, with a particular liking for the village High Street, and an even more particular disliking for quick singles, although this is never so apparent on the last ball of the over. His half century came up swiftly after the early loss of The Big Bear who rounded off a miserable afternoon with a rare duck to prove his cricketing mortality. Will fell second after an 81 partnership, Teflon Noakes kept Gwyllim company in the binary club, and Jordan fell shortly afterwards. 85-1 became 99-4 and things were looking interesting.
A composed Vaughanesque 30 from Matt and a few golf swings from Mr Styles steadied the schooner in a 42 partnership that removed any fears of an all too regular mid-order collapse, and Lord Sponge and Master Ed were left to bring us home to a comfortable win.
So on to Great Yarmouth for much fun and frolics and a very long weekend report that will doubtless contain a few redactions, such is the custom….
Well, we got a game in. The stiff upper lip, or perhaps waterproof skin of the English village cricketer seeing us through the afternoon. A fairly local fixture for most, although Noodle and Ant may object.
Warm and dark at the start, it was soon raining heavily. Wanderers had won the toss, apparently using an Iphone on this occasion. Perhaps this should become a new tradition. We could toss Mr Styles bat, knowing that it would likely end up on glued side down.
A couple of early wickets fell before the rain. Will and Matt falling on this famous old ground of Balsdean’s chalky valley, the drying pitch stubbornly playing pranks on back footed batsman after the wet. The place has changed very little over the years. The clubhouse is as ever welcoming- especially for those distracted by the football. To the west the windmill sits upon the hill, still observing all the cricketing triumphs and calamities over its 200 year tenure. When one plays a match a Rottingdean, it is impossible not to sense yourself as being part of cricket’s history.
After a rain break, Lloyd and Teflon Noakes took to rebuilding, and did so with caution and aggression in equal measure, sometimes both in the same shot given the slowness of a drying pitch. A third wicket stand, albeit at a subdued run rate, saw a response building that would lay the ground for a respectable score mindful of a potentially fragile mid order. The third wicket fell at 89 and the Binary Club joined the fray. Seven wickets fell for twenty five runs and Wanderers entered the hutch having totalled 115 from their 35 overs. Off-spinner Brewer picked up a 5fer with a nagging masterclass of exactitude. A far cry from the explosive occasion of Roffey, but nonetheless an opportunity for a match of intrigue if Wanderers could get amongst the top order.
Openers Betworth and Wadey knew the pitch better. Anything short, or not so short, was punished with great severity. The pull shot being the order of the day. The consistency of Lord Sponge had been tested and The Slaymaker, despite hitting the pitch hard and straight in his usual fashion, couldn’t find a way through. The introduction of Master Ed and the OSIT settled things down a bit. DJ picked a perfect line, Ed bowled with pace and accuracy, the pick of the afternoon, but went wicketless. It wasn’t until opener Betsworth, who could probably play at a much higher level, made the decision to retire and offer his teammates a hit, that an opportunity was afforded to make inroads.
And inroads Wanderers did make. Ant, picking up three wickets, with a slower trajectory and lower bounce that proved troublesome for the mid order. The run rate fell back (Rottingdean had kindly agreed to reduce their batting duration to 32 overs after the rain break) and wickets began to fall. The match approached the final over with runs still to get.
Off the second ball of the last over Rottingdean secured what was, on balance, a fair win. The rain was steadily falling and the 22 had done well to see things through. For the most part, it was just good to see the match completed. It’s hard to know what the weather has in store for the rest of the summer as we enter July. But despite the uncertainty yesterday, a good time was seemingly had by all.
Oh, well. The swings of a season. The madness of the weather. Nothing changes. And after a comprehensive win last week, and a decent first innings shows today, Wanderers took a tonking from a rampant Walberton top order this afternoon in the very west of Sussex.
With fifties from Lloyd and the returning Mr Waymark, as well as an encouraging 40 from Butcher jr in the opening slot, Wanderers posted a reasonable looking 197 in this 35 over affair. Reasonable was the ponderance in the WhatsApp group as the second innings got under way. But the score turned out to be anything but as the opposition rattled along at over six an over to bring the match home.
Still, no need to dwell. The most encouraging feature of the afternoon was a full match as the elements held back for it to be so. Victories come, victories go, and so do tonkings. The season is now seven matches old and in full swing. Good times.
Picture: A Higgs
In an afternoon that seemed to go on forever, so much so that a late call up for Luke to bat for the opposition in a nostalgic return to number 11 when it was presumed that it may have been past the bedtime of a younger player, Wanderers won an enjoyable fest of run scoring at the splendid Southwater abode.
Set on the edge of Horsham, the ground is a well kept affair with a modern pavilion more in keeping with Hove seafront than rural West Sussex. The square is well maintained and Wanderers won the toss, which on this occasion consisted of the spinning of a debit card, Lord Sponge calling the pin correctly. Wanderers withdrew to bat and certainly made Southwater’s attack pay for it with many a run piling up in the credit column.
In an opening stand of 159, The Big Bear reached his credit limit and retired on 100. Lloyd banked a fifty and Mr Styles had a healthy income at number three with one of his own, a huge total of 267 finally being achieved in the 40th over.
Southwater had spread the bowling around giving an opportunity to young and old alike and enjoyed a full batting session seeing the game out at 171-7 after a wobble to 71-5. The OSIT took three wickets opening the bowling with Lord Sponge in a nod to the early Plumpton days of the late 90s.
The sun shone bright and warm with good companionship and hearty conversation after the match. Certainly a fixture to look out for next season.
For the second week in a row, Wanderers slipped to another defeat just when it appeared that, in this case, an unlikely victory was in the offing.
Losing the toss and batting first, a solid opening stand of 32 between Butcher jnr and Will laid but a foundation of sand for the remaining order. Calamity cricket from the middle, albeit on an archaeological wicket, meant the lowest innings total since April 2019.
A spirited effort by the Wanderers bowlers, with Luke, Master Ed and Butcher jnr taking two wickets apiece, reduced Angmering to 34-6 with a surprise looking on the cards. The Worthing team made it home, however, with two wickets to spare. Wanderers were left licking their wounds as extras topped scored for the opposition, and the day, with 28.
The day was warm and bright, the smell of summer in the country air, and with the season returned to its traditional highs and lows we move onto Southwater next week.