Tuesday, 4 July 2017
U12 V Beaudesert (A) Won by 10 runs
U12 v Beaudesert (A) won by 10 runs
Abberley 148 (Harvey 60)
Forget Sir Garfield Sobers; forget Sir Ian Botham; forget Ben Stokes. We encountered the most dominant all-rounder of his generation at Beaudesert…and won.
The game was no more than three balls old when this outstanding performer took his first wicket and he continued to dominate proceedings. Having opened the bowling with wickets in each of his first two overs, he opened the batting and smashed 10 runs off the opening over. In between, he had captained their team, caught catches, fielded like a demon in almost every position on the field, exerted his leadership qualities despite having positioned himself on the third man boundary, strapped on the pads (and other accoutrements?) to keep wicket, even running out two of our hapless lower-order batters. He may even have poured the tea…What impressive technique you have, Grandma.
But, and this was a match-winning ‘but’, Harvey, our all-round hero, stood toe-to-toe with this wolf all afternoon. Harvey’s innings was well under way when he asked how many runs he had scored. I told him he was on 30 and that he should aim for at least twice as many. His eyes widened in incredulity, clearly thinking that target beyond his compass. It was hugely to his credit that he forewent the temptation which was dangled in front of him by some less hostile bowling and continued to make his way through the forest calmly and effectively. Having reached the nominated score, he allowed himself to be run out.
By the time Harvey was brought on to bowl, the wolf, grinning broadly and salivating perceptibly, had begun to make the 149 needed appear a gentle formality. However, Harvey lured him into an injudicious heave (no-one had hit a six yet that day) and Rory clung on to a difficult catch just inside the square leg boundary. Although the taking of this wicket changed the match situation significantly, the other top four Beaudesert batsmen all struck the ball confidently and Abberley shoulders began to droop a little.
Doubtless recalling my prophetic words during the tea interval, the team collectively took a deep breath as Beaudesert’s score passed 100-2. Oli bowled very tightly then Rachel and Henry huffed and they puffed, taking two key wickets. Thus began the final collapse which turned out to be as swift as that of the third little piggy’s straw house: the last five batsmen managed one run between them.
Not for the first time, the wolf had been beaten by a little redhead and some piggies. Is there a moral there? Probably not.