Surviving the journey to Bexley Oval, the spiritual home of the Boeing 747, we were greeted by a semi-covered wicket (pretty sure my pants require more fabric to cover my blurter!) and a lush and wet outfield, I was confident we would be starting on time and that I had no chance of winning the toss given my ordinary luck already for the day. Sure enough, faster than Dohers on a secretary, we were batting!
Our usual start saw the skip play and miss repeatedly, drawing the now consistent mixture of sarcasm, advice and general life tips from both the opposition and his own team mates. Even the umpires had enough of the opening pair and decided that both myself and Dohers needed to be despatched back to the sheds soon after for not too many.
Fish and Tunwell set about steading the ship before Tunwell forgot he is not Usain Bolt and was unluckily run out, with Fish following shortly. Davo and Rixon then batted sensibly and built a reasonable partnership before we lost a couple of further quick wickets, Rixon and Benny (it took you longer to walk out there and back!). It was this moment in the game that I actually felt sorry for the GR fieldsmen as they crowded around the next batsmen in looking to snag a hat trick, correct one A Dodds strolled out to the crease breaking no less than a dozen EPA laws on the way. From there Davo and “do I have to do everything in this team” put on 40 plus to get us into triple figures, both guys finishing in the runs scoring 46 and 25 respectively. A late tail flurry giving us enough to bowl at, all out for 124.
After receiving various send offs when batting the boys were fired up to take the field and this showed! Bezer Pleaser and Joey charging in to have the home side reeling at 4/4. Again, the natural order had resumed for the day. From there both Joey and Bez bowled really well to take 4 wickets each with GR finishing all out for 55. None of the other bowlers really got a look in as a result.