It has been a marvellous few days in the colourful history of the cricket club, with juniors taking wickets in the first and second teams, a “backs against the wall” partnership in the seconds, and a tradition introduced by the venerable Ernie and Les Dyer revived for the under 11s. I will
Finally, we had an army of volunteers, we had keys to everywhere and access to all of the kit, we had a reasonable start time, the coach was fully prepared for the later start, and then, inevitably, it rained. And it rained. By the time I got stuck in a traffic
There are some moments in sport that transcend the game itself. Moments of breathtaking athleticism or skill that render the rest of the game unimportant. The Banks save, the Cruyff turn, and the Scorpion kick are all moments that will live long in the memory, and for those at High Lane yesterday
Two subjects for this week’s diatribe, and lets start with the good old English weather. Its wet, its cold, so it must be Saturday morning! The teas left over from last week look like being left over until next week, but at least there will be some more freshly baked cakes. Last
There’s an old Whaley Bridge Cricket Club saying that goes “Never start a sentence with ‘Gibbo reckons…’” and we had a similar problem to this with the under 11s last week. When asking around for which juniors could bowl, one of our smarter boys suggested the keeper. No problem, I thought, so
Twiddley diddley dee, twiddley diddley dee sang Michael Jackson back in the seventies, and whilst that lyric featured the reprise “Tweet Tweet”, it is fair to say that Whaley Bridge Cricket Club’s contribution to the DCCL knocokout trophies this season did NOT warrant a Tweet, and lets face it, very few things do. Gibbo’s ill fated three was a possible candidate,
Do you know the mower man? The mower man? The mower man. Do you know the mower man? He lives on Walters Wood. No, I know the man who knows the mower man. The man who knows the mower man? Yes, the man who knows the mower man. He lives on Walters Wood.