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Thought I’d start a thread to keep the others clean.

Hell of a days play today, 19 wickets, drama aplenty. 
on the highlights I noticed some very decent slip catching.

I played in the slips for my village second team on the odd occasion or wicket keeper.

In the slips with a fast bowler at the other end is like trying to catch a cannon ball!

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14 minutes ago, Mick Dempsey said:

Thought I’d start a thread to keep the others clean.

Hell of a days play today, 19 wickets, drama aplenty. 
on the highlights I noticed some very decent slip catching.

I played in the slips for my village second team on the odd occasion or wicket keeper.

In the slips with a fast bowler at the other end is like trying to catch a cannon ball!

Yep . I thought it was fast paced entertainment . More like a one day game !  

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12 minutes ago, Mick Dempsey said:

Thick with a head cold atm, so might be able to weasel out of the Saturday morning shop with the missus and watch the afternoon session.

Good plan 🙂

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All of my family are Yorkshire.  Yet I was born in Co. Durham.

 

My dad would ship my man off when preggars to her sister with the hope that I’d pop out there, in a Yorkshire hospital and be able to play county cricket for Yorkshire.

 

I have found memories of summer holidays listening to TMS.

 

Although at theh time I thought it was boring.  I, like every other male member of my family played cricket.

 

Every Saturday in summer was either my dad playing village cricket or going to watch my uncle who played at a pretty high level.

 

I remember once going with my dad and uncle to a  nets session and had a bowl as Desmond Haynes.  He was playing a season at my uncles club.  He was polite and a joker and any adult who bowled at him he belted the ball.

 

When us kids bowled he gently would hit the ball back to us.

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It is the finest way to pass a summer afternoon in the UK, either watching, playing or drinking with the team.

The ladies love to come in their summer dresses look and appraise the men clad in whites and chat.

Unlike the football where they hate standing on a freezing touch line watching the likes of me muddy and furiously hurling foul abuse at all and sundry.

 

I miss it a lot.

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