This was , quite simply, an incredible game of cricket. The sort of afternoon where there is steam from the scorers pencil and tin hats needed for spectators on or near the boundary. The last time nearly 550 runs were recorded on a Fleckney afternoon it was alledgedly attributed to an out of date batch of Chobbys BBQ relish. Mandeep had spent the pre match rituals imploring the skipper to bat first. We soon found out why. His new bat had the width of the one case that Weightw

The start to the season has been good but something has been missing. You know, like ordering your favourite curry but the waiter forgets the pickle tray with your poppadoms. Today however things felt closer to how things should be. We were missing the Claw (on a Sabbath Holy Moley??) , Frank was still battling Gout , but we had Terry standing as Umpire, Mandeep and Bombay Mix making their seasonal debuts and catches going down all over the place. Less Feng Shui more Fleckney

Things move quickly in Fleckney, and we aren't just talking about deliveries from the local Chinese. You turn your back and someone demolishes the Sports Hall, nicks half your car park and leaves behind some portaloos. There is probably a joke about spending a penny being cheap parking but it would give the wrong idea and send safeguarding into a death spiral. Losing a toss on a wicket drier than prohibition in the desert presented its dilemma. Both sides wanted to bowl but C