Over the Bridge....without Brij

The last home game of the season and you would forgive those who were treading wearily to the ground. Then you realise there is tea AND homemade cakes (Anna you legend) and five months of wear and tear fade away.

The fun began early. Autumnal bargains in the kit department meant Walshy arrived like a Fleckney Santa (minus the beard and scent of Reindeer do do's) and threw an extra large jumper at Mandeep. Yes that is probably harsh but a new sweater AND an XL nickname for less than a Cappuccino seems like a superb deal to this Roving Reporter.

First ball and Custard Tit Loomes sends down a full toss that gets despatched to the short legside boundary only for Will Bale to grab a pearler. Unfortunately it was deemed a beamer and the perfect start was ruined. Well, unless you got an oversized sweater for a very respectable price that is.

The first wicket fell to a catch, and the the second. Then a third. Ollie Timms took a snorter at Square Leg that we are not sure he knew too much about. It was too much for the Fat Keeper who was excitedly congratulated the team when the 7th catch was taken, only to deck a sitter himself in the following over.

West Bridgford finished on 170 for 9 after their 40 overs. Unbelievably all caught, we can only assume the team thought the ball was chocolate cake because no bugger was dropping a slice of that. Special mention to Alfie French with superb figures of 8 overs, 2 maidens , 2 for 27. A joke about him bowling in the Chunnel of Uncertainty (rightly) got the tumbleweed treatment....French.... Chunnel....oh please yourselves....

4 an over is not the type of target to cause too many concerns especially if XL Singh got going but the beardy basher was rather more circumspect this afternoon. Heck, he even played a defensive shot or two. The bad ball got bashed but he wasn't giving the usual full cavalry charge.

A wobble left Fleckney at 93 for 5 but the crisis passed and we thought Mandeep and Twinkle would get us home but a rare Claw batting curtailment opened up the feint possibility of a traditional Fleckney collapse. Especially when the Fixture Sec strode to the middle saying he literally hadn't scored a run all year, we need not have worried. The Kibworth Bull played like a Sabbath Sobers and the home side were home with 5 and a half overs to spare.

This could have been the last Sunday game but the curtain will fall next week away from home, currently against Wreake Nomads. I wonder if they have homemade cakes and cheap sweaters????