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July 12 2020 - Rockbourne - Away - 2pm
Damerham 160-7 lost to Rockbourne 189-10 by 29 runs
02 - 0 - 29 - 0
07 - 0 - 41 - 0
07 - 2 - 40 - 5
07 - 1 - 18 - 2
07 - 0 - 27 - 3
05 - 0 - 35 - 0
The day we all thought might never come this summer finally arrived on Sunday. I shall not bang on about viruses and vectors for disease and the merit or otherwise of the on-high decision making process that led us to this point.
We have arrived at it. That is enough.
The 2020 league season is cancelled, so we have filled the remaining weekends (second wave not withstanding) with friendlies. There were no teas and no communal changing rooms – and will not be for the rest of the summer – but that is a small price to pay for the return of the great game to our village greens.
Our first was away at Rockbourne. I do not remember a friendly, or indeed a league game, so over subscribed. We could probably have got two sides out without too much effort. It is heartening to see how keen people are to get back playing.
It was hot. Lockdown may have had an effect on general fitness levels, but regardless, having a first game of the year in that heat sapped a lot of energy. At the second drinks break around 25 overs in, the enthusiasm was ebbing slightly, and a fair proportion of us just fancied a bit of a sit down in the shade.
We probably leaked a few too many runs, helped by some wildly rusty bowling, especially a pristine collection of rank full tosses from yours truly. Henry though seems immune to the rust concept, and promptly picked up a five fer, even if it did include a few improbable wickets.
He also took an entirely rust free bullet slip catch off Hakey, who bowled with customary pace and frugality. The other bowlers all had pretty tidy spells, on a wicket offering occasional big bounce to the slower stuff, but which played sportingly enough, especially considering how quickly Marcus managed to get it ready. Also apparently rust free was Crispin, who kept as well as he has for many years, tidying up the legside dross like a spring chicken.
We batted ok in reply, though my customary glacial pace may have been a touch slovenly given the scale of the chase. (A strike rate of 60.3 – we know cos their scorer counted the dots – not too disgusting for opening.) A few came in to up the rate a bit, but didn’t stay in long enough to turn the tanker. H played a typically aggressive hand at his customary pace (SR 130.4), but we always looked shy of 190, a sizable chase for us in 35 overs under any circumstances, let alone having not played for 10 months.
But no one much cared about winning or losing to be honest. A great day in glorious weather against amiable hosts was quite sufficient.
It was great to be out there again. Cricket is back.