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.