- Shaz takes five wickets to pull Pacific back from the brink in the twilight zone (ie Zone 5)
- Timbadia's miracle spell turns what could have been a drubbing into a comfortable win
- Ireland goes into hiding after the worst spell of his life
- Richards hits a fine and rapid 60-odd to take Pacific most of the way, chasing 183
- Jon Brown and Shaz see us home with eight overs and a couple of wickets to spare.
- Opposition technically concede the match with scores tied amid confusion over score
A decent victory for Pacific but a truly sapping day's cricket.
The 1pm start was delayed after Ireland, Mullens and Le Mare's decision to walk from the station proved to be a bad one. The oppo also had a fairly relaxed attitude to time keeping and once the game got under way it crawled along at a slow pace all day.
Jon removed White Star's opener with a classic delivery hitting the very top of off. Satch opened from the other end and was unlucky not to get a wicket after bowling right on the money from the first ball, and the White Star openers started to swing.
In the relentless heat Ireland had a full on Fukishima-scale meltdown, bowling three overs of wide, erratic tripe. He may in fact need counselling. With Ahmed the victim of some huge blows from the other end, White Star's batsmen were gifted 60-70 runs in about 5 overs, and as the sun beat down on the ground it felt like Pacific were in for a particularly painful thumping.
But cometh the hour, cometh the man. Shaz immediately found success by keeping it simple, bowling full and straight while extracting just enough wobble from the ball to cause trouble. He took five good wickets including a caught and bowled and the dangerman Danesh, who had made a rapid 57 and was bossing the game. With Danesh back in the pavilion/gazebo, the rest of White Star's batting was frail and the runs dried up. Satch came back from the other end and was rewarded with a wicket and Kieran put some serious revs on the ball in two good overs, his brace of wickets helping to finish off the tail.
Pacific started chasing their target of 183 before tea, which was not yet ready. Ben lost his concentration after a misunderstanding over a new ball being used, and was out playing a loose shot early, and after a filling tea Toby was undone by a sharp turner and hobbled straight home to reflect. Steve and Ravi steadied the ship, Steve making a delightful and quick 60, timing the ball deftly with 12 fours. Le Mare had a
mare, bowled for 5, yet it was his first knock since this
crazy game at Mill Hill over a year ago.
Later, umpiring, Steve was forced to call White Star's centurion for his suspect bowling action, and the oppo couldn't complain too vigorously as it emerged his team nickname was 'the chucker'.
Ireland started to make amends with the bat for his horrowshow bowling but was run out on 20 by some unexpectedly sharp fielding by White Star's sleepy fielders. Satch meanwhile saw himself in nicely and began to hit some big boundaries as the target came within reach. By the time he fell to one that kept low there was only 15 or so required, which Shaz and Jon Brown knocked off fairly confidently.
Confusion on the field saw the opposition uproot the stumps and come off when the scores were in fact still level, and despite our protests White Star had had enough and basically conceded the game to us. Which sort of summed up the afternoon really. It was too bloody hot.
Pacific attempted to make it a night to remember
in the local Harvester but one pint was enough for the weary XI who had a long trek back.
Big up to the largely West Indian White Star guys, who seemed like a lovely bunch, and the tea ladies and their ice cold tropical juice.
(*Apologies for the crap scorecard - scorebook was incomplete and illegible