Any cricketer who’s been there will tell you: there’s never a dull moment at Sully Centurions. This time it was custard doughnuts, buttock tattoos and a probable DinkyPooTwos record or two.
Secretary Hiscocks first retired in 2009, after reaching his fifties, so far as I can recall, and has come back since several times.
Skittles skittled selection for this weekend as a horde of players went off to terrorise Minehead and the irregulars of Dads Army and ne’er do wells were roped in.
This game had a sort of James Bond-ian element to it.
Top (them) v second (us). Promised to be a clash of the titans, an early tester to see if they might be good enough to topple the champs.
But it wasn’t.
Like a throwback to a different era – a great see-sawing game of cricket played in good spirit and some excellent fielding, bowling and batting to commend it.
Twenty-odd years ago the village moved its league fixtures from the lop-sided, horse track-bedevilled, windswept Common where you can watch village life walk past and chuckle heartily at all the bonehead drivers quips of ‘No ball’ as they drive past, to Bryn y Don.
Sadly this showdown didn’t happen due to the Welsh weather. As we say in the village: Quelle surprise.
But for trophy junkies everywhere a sneak preview of last year’s shield (made of WOOD, mark you, not plastic).
Reigning champions. Glamorgan and Monmouthshire League Division Three, second XI in 2012.
We’ve got the trophy to prove it – already hidden away in the pavilion in the musty green cupboard on the shelf above the one where we keep the stumps. Picture to follow next week.