Result: Fleckney - Friendly XI Won by 8 wickets

Date: Sun 14th Sep 2008 @ 13:30

Type:  Friendly

Scoring:  Standard

 

Kibworth Sunday 1st XI

			R	B	4s	6s
paul illingworth		b K Messinger	10	0	2	0
Greg Gibson *	LBW	b K Messinger	4	0	1	0
Bob Beevers		b K Messinger	0	0	0	0
Ben Matthew +	ct S Smith	b A Loomes	5	0	0	0
Sam Pole	ct M Grant	b T Robson	14	0	1	0
Daniel Broughton	Not Out		49	0	7	0
Tom Bale	ct A Loomes	b F Smith	4	0	0	0
Jacob Gibson	ct T Robson	b M Grant	1	0	0	0
Ben Lodge		b M Grant	2	0	0	0
Oliver Lodge	ct D Brown	b F Smith	0	0	0	0
William Jennings	ct M Dunkly	b M Dunkly	1	0	0	0
Extras	( 14w  )		14
Total	( all out , 31.4 overs)		104

 

Fall Of Wickets

8-1 Greg Gibson (paul illingworth*); 8-2 Bob Beevers (paul illingworth*);
15-3 paul illingworth (Ben Matthew*); 17-4 Ben Matthew (Sam Pole*);
41-5 Sam Pole (Daniel Broughton*); 61-6 Tom Bale (Daniel Broughton*);
63-7 Jacob Gibson (Daniel Broughton*); 63-8 Ben Lodge (Daniel Broughton*);
74-9 Oliver Lodge (Daniel Broughton*); 104-10 William Jennings (Daniel Broughton*);

Bowling

	O	M	R	W	Nb	Wd
M Grant	5	1	12	2	0	0
K Messinger	5	1	9	3	0	0
A Loomes	4	1	12	1	0	0
T Robson	4	0	21	1	0	0
F Smith	5	0	20	2	0	0
M Dunkly	4.4	1	8	1	0	0
P Webster	4	0	18	0	0	0

 

Fleckney - Friendly XI

			R	B	4s	6s
S Smith	ct Jacob Gibson	b Jacob Gibson	0	1	0	0
D Brown	LBW	b Oliver Lodge	26	0	3	0
M Dunkly	Not Out		51	0	7	0
L Spence +	Not Out		16	0	3	0
Unsure	Did Not Bat
P Webster *	Did Not Bat
F Smith	Did Not Bat
T Robson	Did Not Bat
A Loomes	Did Not Bat
K Messinger	Did Not Bat
M Grant	Did Not Bat
Extras	( 3b  1lb  8w  )		12
Total	(2 wickets, 24.4 overs)		105

 

Fall Of Wickets

0-1 S Smith (D Brown*); 75-2 D Brown (M Dunkly*);
-3 ; -4 ;
-5 ; -6 ;
-7 ; -8 ;
-9 ; -10 ;

Bowling

	O	M	R	W	Nb	Wd
Jacob Gibson	5	3	11	1	0	0
Greg Gibson	2	0	13	0	0	0
Daniel Broughton	7	2	15	0	0	0
Ben Lodge	2	0	9	0	0	0
Oliver Lodge	4	0	12	1	0	0
Bob Beevers	1	0	11	0	0	0
William Jennings	2	0	14	0	0	0
paul illingworth	1.4	0	12	0	0	0

The Bard reports

It is difficult to think how the home side could have received a greater spanking even if they were a rich businessman on a dubious tour of the more interesting parts of Soho. If you used to get six of the best for a minor indiscretion this was the sort of beating you would receive if you had been caught spying on the Headmasters wife after giving the class swot a bloody nose with his own leather bound periodic table. In other words Kibworth lost, heavily.

 Perhaps it was apt that there was an old school feel to proceedings to mark the last game before the skipper departs southwards to begin life at University. Whilst three or four years of drunken debauchery might sound like the winning ticket it can be a little daunting believe it or not so better not let silly things like batting get in the way. By generously entering 'The Most Plumb LBW' competition of the season any such distractions would have been avoided. Bob Beevers, whose education is probably based more on salon avoidance, had no such excuse for a rank first baller.

 The Kibworth batting all round was a big disappointment, a bit like letting the beer goggles fool you that the stunning woman you are doing your best to impress is actually the victim of a brutal attack with the ugly stick. Every time a batsman went to the wicket he returned soon after, it was a measure of the rapid decline that Steve Elwood was breaking more sweat buttering sarnies in the kitchen than the scorers were.

 At 79 for 9, and with the notorious blocker Bard McPie Eater to accompany Dan Broughton the prospect for an early tea subsided as did any notion of entertaining cricket. The next 10 overs saw grim defence mixed with extras accumulation and the occasional departure to cow corner from Broughts whose obvious hangover was limiting his ambitions to merely staying upright.

 With the score creeping past 100 Bard made the fatal error of actually trying a little adventure and launched into a fearsome looking off drive that put some pretty decent acceleration onto the cherry, only for the bowler to cling on one handed. The guffaws from the pavilion indicated that Broughts had been left stranded on 49 not out but 104 all out was no laughing matter. A goodly portion of tea did little to lighten the mood of the Wordmeister who vowed to stop such stupid attempts at shot making in the future.

With a small total to defend the prospect for victory seemed small unlike the decibel level of the verbal's that were always entertaining but in true Beeversesque fashion a little near the knuckle. However if victory seemed remote no-one told Jake Gibson who got things off to a flier with a wicket off the very first ball. However, like so often in life, the excitement was all over before it had really supposed to have begun.
 Broughts was given a trundle at half pace from the road end that induced more false moves than at a 'Chat Up A Nun' convention but no break through. Indeed it took a bit of generous umpiring from big brother that gave little Lodge an LBW decision that owed more to clairvoyancy than anything else.

 With the match almost complete it became time to mix up the options. Sideshow was allowed one over of total filth that went for ten runs which prompted calls around the infield of,” We hate Bob, We want Will”. More pounds, less hair, same result for the vice skipper who had a game to forget in a season with less appearances than Shergar.

  Fittingly for the Sunday XI it was a club stalwart, the evergreen Paul Illingworth, who had the final say. After failing to hold onto a howitzer at Midwicket 'Illo' was dripping blood on the square from a disfigured digit with its top joint dislocated. Being the mans man, or sparky's sparky, that he is he simply grabbed the ball and continued to bowl until the job was done. Things like that, and mega industrialization in the Victorian age, made Britain great!