Memoirs of a Village Cricketer

From Andy, our Special Foreign (Wales) Correspondent

As a regular SCCTV YouTube viewer and comment maker, Dan invited me to make a contribution to the SandersteadCCTV newsletter. Some cricketing anecdotes from my career, perhaps, ones not necessarily focused around the consumption of beer.

My Brother Part 1

Did I mention he had once been selected for Lancashire School boys? Please note the use of the word 'once', as in the singular, as in never again, just the one time, not plural, never happened again... etc....

We had the genuinely mutual pleasure to play for the same 2nd XI team for a couple of years. Him with his graceful yet forceful cover drive and savagely brutal on drive and me with my hostile late cut (no, it is not a bl**dy edge) and cunningly combative leg glance.

It was the AGM. The club captain announced that the subs would be increasing to a whole £1 a match. Yes, that dates this story! A pint of bitter was about 35p then. A 2-bed terraced house in Burnley £1000 – just joking, more like £500.  

'Bloody hell, Andy' piped up my brother delightedly from the back of the room by the bar (did I mention he had once been selected for Lancashire schoolboys) that'll work out at 10p a run for you'.

'Yes', I replied, 'but only 2p a dot ball'.

To be continued.....