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Kibworth CC - Sunday 1st XI vs Bitteswell CC - Friendly XI

 match report

Result: Kibworth CC - Sunday 1st XI Won by 2 runs

Date: Sun 28th Sep 2008 @ 13:00

Type:  Friendly

Scoring:  Standard

Toss:  Sunday 1st XI won the toss and decided to bat

 

Kibworth Sunday 1st XI

      R B 4s 6s
Ken Pounds ct  b J Duggan  
Dave Pounds ct  b J Duggan   56 
Ben Matthew + ct  b  Unsure   32 
Ian Simpson Not Out   90 
Harry Miller ro   
Bob Beevers   b  Unsure    22 
john bleby   b  Donachey  
Adil Ali Not Out  
Jon Butler Did Not Bat          
William Jennings * Did Not Bat          
Henry Simpson Did Not Bat          
Extras  ( 6b  3lb  12w  )   21  
Total  (6 wickets, 40 overs)  235  

 

Fall Of Wickets

42-1 Ken Pounds (Dave Pounds*); 86-2 Dave Pounds (Ben Matthew*);
152-3 Ben Matthew (Ian Simpson*); 161-4 Harry Miller (Ian Simpson*);
221-5 Bob Beevers (Ian Simpson*); 230-6 john bleby (Ian Simpson*);
-7 ; -8 ;
-9 ; -10 ;

* = notout batsman,

Bowling

  O M R W Nb Wd
Donachey 8 1 44 1
R Collect 5 0 38 0
J Duggan 8 0 25 2
Chandra 8 0 30 0
Unsure 7 0 53 2
R Duveeri 4 0 39 0

 

Bitteswell CC - Friendly XI

      R B 4s 6s
C Maconachie   b Ian Simpson   80  14 
R Maconachie *   b Ian Simpson   41 
C smith   b Bob Beevers   20 
R Duveeri ct Ken Pounds b Adil Ali   14 
M Maconachie +   b Adil Ali   16 
Chandra st Ben Matthew b Adil Ali  
Unsure Not Out   19 
Unsure Hit Wicket b Bob Beevers  
J Duggan Not Out  
Donachey Did Not Bat          
R Collect Did Not Bat          
Extras  ( 9b  4lb  14w  6nb  )   33  
Total  (7 wickets, 40 overs)  233  

 

Fall Of Wickets

124-1 R Maconachie (C Maconachie*); -2 ;
-3 ; -4 ;
-5 ; -6 ;
-7 ; -8 ;
-9 ; -10 ;

* = notout batsman,

Bowling

  O M R W Nb Wd
Jon Butler 4 1 21 0
Henry Simpson 4 0 25 0
Adil Ali 9 0 44 3
Harry Miller 4 0 14 0
Dave Pounds 8 1 39 0
Ian Simpson 7 1 42 2
Bob Beevers 4 0 22 2 0


The Bard reports


Seasons end. Aching feet to be put up after one last trundle around the lush turf. Well, that was the case for the some but as this was only the sixth outing of a curtailed season for the Friendly XI there was some much fresher than others. You know, the type who look fit on their one leg of a charity walk whilst Ian Botham is flagging with his elephants.

 Strange things were afoot this afternoon. Somehow the drizzle that had descended elsewhere avoided Kibworth HQ and The Bard managed to win the toss for the first time since about the Pre Jurrasic. Having said that Pre Jurrassic probably made four of the team go misty eyed for the good old days, step forward messers Pounds, Pounds, Bleby and Simpson.
Team selection was deliberately something of a mixed bag. To see the season out a theme of Dads and Lads was brought to the fore so who better to open the innings than Ken Pounds with his little boy David, perhaps you have heard of him? Pounds Junior displayed a watchful defence with some fearsome swatting that netted him a deserved fifty, unfortunately by this stage Dad Ken had long since trudged back after offering a dolly catch to the bowler despite the short trouser brigade warning him of the perils of loss of concentration moments earlier.

 Fido batted three (in this instance watched by Dad) and made a patient and beautifully crafted 32 whilst Simmo Senior began dispatching Bitteswell bowling to all part of the compass. Cries of “Well batted Dad”, betrayed the presence of the next generation on the balcony.
 The tail end of the innings was made up of cameos to boost the score and also to support Simmo on his quest for a season closing tonne . The skipper, in an act of monetary cowardice, said he would buy a jug IF Simmo could gain a mere 14 off the last over to see him to his target. He fell 10 short on 90 not out but the Kibby score of 235 was a good one anyhow.
 It was already gloomy when the reply began and if the overs weren't bowled quickly cricket by moonlight was a distinct possibility. Thankfully with a youthful attack quick overs weren't a problem and 20 were done in the first hour. Well though as John Butler, Henry Simpson, Harry Miller and Aadil Ali bowled a breakthrough wasn't achieved. It soon became apparent that it was very much game on.

  Little David Pounds and Simmo Senior then bowled through their 8 over stints off the reel but even though a degree of control was retained the scorebook looked about as promising as a nuns only stripper night. Indeed a glimmer of hope was only gained in Simmo's final over when the visiting danger man went for one shot too many and was cleaned up for 80.
 The closing eight overs would have to be split between the returning Aadil and a quality left arm spinner, unfortunately Spiro wasn't playing so the ball was tossed to Sideshow Bob and prayer mats were rolled out all around.

 By the time it came down to the last 6 overs the light could be described as Vampire friendly and the small but enthusiastic crowd were probably keeping track by means of sonar reflection. Aadil and Sideshow were chipping visiting batters out, aided by some pretty sharp stumping work from Fido, but the occasional bad ball kept things right in question until the death.
 All the way through the skipper had kept his own special talents away from the firing line promising to bowl the last over of the season himself. However with 10 wanted there was a distinct tinge of brown trousers about his decision to merge into the darkness and allow his erstwhile prodigy Aadil to send down the final set. Not for the first time in his senior career the young leg spinner dug the Bard out of a hole and Kibworth squeaked home by 2 runs in a cracking finale to the season.
 So that is it. The fat lady warbled merrily on the sidelines at the team trudged off and a highly successful Kibworth season came to a close. The First Team once again crowned National Champions, the Second team somewhat aggrieved to have finished fifth in the second tier and the Third and Fourth team promoted. However, stuck somewhere between league cricket and the perils of Monday morning sat the Friendly XI. Little covered, sparingly used but ever enthusiastic and entertaining, it is to be hoped that there will always be a place for a team where talent sometimes fears to tread!