Jamie’s perfect Sunday game

I’ve been invited up to Hawkley for a bit of hunting and then turn that into the perfect game for a Sunday.

It’s ’going to be absolutely Pukka.

My recipe for perfect Sunday Game.

But first I’m out hunting, we’re going for some top notch birds, possibly some ducks. Ideally looking for about 10 birds, to feed all those coming for a meal.

First up with my good mate Morgan, no big guns but a little leg side trap, and the first one is caught.

Lovely jubbly. More of Morgan later.

But then we get the guns out, with my two top guys, Harry, and Bertie. Harry brings the style and Bertie brings the muscle, but they bagged another couple of birds, including one particularly juicy bird.

This is taking shape nicely.

None of this happens without the beaters out in the field. Gilby, in the line of fire, is literally catching bullets out there for me.

Top Guy!

By now I’ve got a couple of nippers, on YTS helping out. No turkey twizzlers for them, Ed, Will and Harrin, big things planned for them, and they bagged another couple of birds. It’s coming together nicely, they’re going to be great in the kitchen.

The drinks keep flowing as its hot, but my guys keep going.

We’ve now probably got enough for a really decent dish but a few more birds would do no harm.

Bash It!

My man Greg comes into the attack, and quickly bags three, and I think we’ve got enough for great game. Eight birds downed, and 174 mins before the guests arrive.

It’s looking Pukka.

Time a mug of tea and a quick sandwich, before the team get into the kitchen.  We’ll be back after these messages.

Welcome Back … I’ve prepared the birds, gutted, and plucked. We’re ready to go.  The oven by now has cooled slightly from earlier, but is still hot, and cooking.

Let’s go.

First off, we need to sweat some bacon, and a bit of onion in the heat.. suddenly the heat went up..the bacon was fizzing, and onion simmering. Listen to that, smell that. Layers of flavour. Chef Hawthrone was removed early, but imparted great flavour, but Williams, head chef, remained. Sweating on the heat, the lid was removed.

One of the YTS lads came in, but a bit hot for Gilby Jnr, and left the kitchen earlier than hoped, taking a ripe cherry with him. But in came Ed. Great technique, possibly a Michelin star in the offing for him.

 The kitchen is running smoothly. Time for some more drinks – 125 mins to the guest arriving..

We’re on track…

However there is a problem, the head chef has been caught out.. Williams departs, but another wise old head, Gilby steps in the hot seat.. This lad can wield the wooden spatula, we’re ok for a bit.

By now we’ve added the birds into the mix.

Give it a little whizz and simmer!

But Gilby also leaves, and Ed has enough too – great shift though.

We’re still well on track though. Guest arriving in just over 100 mins and two new chefs in.

Two of my previous YTS guys, great hopes for them.. Morgan and Hillier, don’t they look great  in their chef’s whites. Morgan very classy, stirs with a high left elbow, Hillier more of bish bash bosh!

But they’ve got it under control, some nice touches, and some big flourishes.. certainly  Hillier in charge, on the pass, and Morgan as the sous.

Guests arriving in 15, and It’s all in hand.

Seasoned, and bubbling.

Umami!

But sous Morgan’s seen enough, his work here is done – he hands over to Williams for the last 15 mins, and Williams with some great strokes, helps Hillier plate up and we’re done! The clock has run down, and we’ve made it.

The perfect recipe for great game!

But the game is nothing without our hosts. What hosts they’ve been, and after all that cooking we get to sit down and chat  in glorious surroundings.

That’s my Pukka recipe for perfect sunday game, eleven in chefs whites, all contributing, great hosts, a hot kitchen, and great view…. Michelin review coming, but I think winning 3 stars.

Lovely jubbly!

Rioteers: The decline and fall.

Regular correspondents will note this is the 62nd fixture between the Broadhalfpenney Brigands and the Rioteers, and so it seems fair to articulate the terminus of our unbeaten season using a historical narrative – “with a tiny bit of cribbin’ / from the works of Edward Gibbon”..

Nobody really understands where the Romans went wrong… it was all going so well. One minute you’re crossing the Rhine, and the next Visigoths are rampaging along the Tiber.

Likewise the Rioteers arrived undefeated, in mid June, with a strong attacking force, well drilled, with Centurians at our fore. And we arrived at our enemies stronghold well replenished and resourced. The weather was in our favour too, and we held the higher ground, choosing to attack first with a duo of Harringtii. Surely we would complete a season undefeated.

But suddenly as if accosted by riders on Elephants we were surprised by rampaging Brigands. Harringtii were skittled, Nandix followed soon after, and our heroes were forced to thrust younger warriors into the fray. This stemmed the tide, and Vir Bonus Edii collected over XX scalps before falling to the opposition Achillies. This Achillies also claimed the scalp of Genus Crataegus, and was proving to be difficult to defend.

Hillus soon followed caught unawares, but this brought our own Hercules to the fore. Morganii et Hillierati our strongest warriors, but the Brigands regrouped, and unleashed a volley of new assaults which saw off Hillierati, leaving our lone warrior Morganii, to take on the now rampant Brigands.
We now gathered the administrative and reserve troops to support our warrior. Morganii took on the role of Horatius Cocles defending the Pons Sublicius, wielding his blade to slay the Brigands to all corners, but the tide was unrelenting..

Eventually Morganii Eunt Domus, as they say, in all good latin lessons, past participle allowing, (for XLIX) and our final roman, good Robertus, was left wounded but battling.

We were defeated, but had slain CLVI, and went to regroup, the Brigands may have won the initial battle, but would they win the war?

At this point the oxen arrived, laden with provisions to re-enforce, and we re-victuled. We revictualled rather well in fact.

And so in good spirits we went about the second phase, but the Brigands were on top. However a rare Bodicea joined to strengthen our ranks. Our emperor, esteemed and revered, sent in two of our finest to send in their missiles.

The leaders of the two catapults, Hillus and Hillieratii, were firing fast, but not with accuracy, and although they secured 1 scalp, the cost was high, and they were removed from the fray. Vir Bonus Edii started the difficult attack up the hill, and made good progress, but the Brigands were nearing their objective, and we threw everything at them. The Emperor himself joined the attack, regal in poise, and cast some memorable blows. By now Achillies himself had returned to the fray. Recognising his nemesis, the Emperor threw everything at him. Out fought, Achillies retreated, but not defeated, and approached from another flank, and landed blow after blow, using a blade of pure malice, swinging hard, and slaying VI at a time.

The Rioteers were defeated, and fell.

Some say Rome fell because of the rise of Christianity, some say due to lead in the pipes, yet others will point to the Mongol hordes sweeping to the very gates of Europe. Gibbons seminal work, 6 volumes, offers some pointers. [Gibbon himself pointed to a combination of such factors, but also highlighted the migration of many from the cities to rural areas, and the creation of latifundia – sometimes large farms, sometimes small pieces of land used for self-sufficiency. Anyway, Rome’s power base was its cities, and this migration undermined that. Ed.]

However if you have any mind at all, simile to Gibbon’s decline and Fall, seems pretty flimsy, no more than a whimsy.

The undefeated season is no more.

Sing, O Muse, of the contest beneath the bright and kindly sun,
When light fell golden upon the fair outfield of Hyde End,
And men of Newport Inn, though valiant, lost the casting of fate,
And were commanded first to take the field and bowl.
 
Swift as a storm wind came Tim Cook, hurler of searing pace,
His arm a lightning bolt, his deliveries fierce and unrelenting;
Ahead him stood the mountainous Hill, cunning in stance,
A riddle to those who dared challenge the crease.
 
Yet steadfast among them was Harrington, son of resolve,
Who stood unyielding before adversity’s rising tide.
Long he endured, through toil and testing of spirit,
His bat a shield against the assault of tireless foes.
 
But lo—when ninety minutes had passed beneath the heavens,
The warrior awoke, and fury took hold of his stroke.
He culled the bowling as a lion among cattle,
Driving and striking with noble craft and growing wrath,
Until at last he reached a hundred—glorious, complete—
His final fifty wrought in bold and aggressive triumph.
 
Then came the feared Bomb Squad, heralded with thunder,
Yet fate denied them glory; briefly they flared, then faded,
Striking but little before departing the field of battle.

Still, the tally stood proud—two hundred and five-and-twenty runs,
For the loss of six, a fortress not lightly taken.
 
Between the trials of contest, a feast was laid—
A banquet worthy of kings and comrades alike:
Great platters shared, abundance without end,
And cheeses fine, spread wide as a bounteous offering.
 
When Newport rose to chase their foe’s stronghold,
Their beginning was slow, as if bound by unseen chains.
Wickets fell like leaves in autumn’s breath,
Shared among the bowlers as spoils of war,
Though three were claimed by Elliot of the hooping ball,
Whose cunning deliveries ensnared the unwary.
 
At last came the final stand, the closing moments of trial:
Young Max, new to the fray, entered the fray with hope.
He cast his leg-spin—subtle, treacherous, artful—
Seeking to break the resistance and claim immortal praise,
Yet the breakthrough eluded him, as destiny decreed.
 
So ended the contest beneath the lingering sun,
Not in victory, nor in defeat, but in honourable draw—
Each side unyielding, each proven in spirit.
 
And of the young one, Max, let it be sung:
Clad in the cap of his forebear, he moved with budding grace,
Casting the ball from third man unto third man afar.
Three runs he claimed, though none in wickets—
Yet promise shone about him like dawn’s first light,
And surely he shall be welcomed again to the field of heroes.

On holiday in Cornwall the usual apartment Daneille Steel, Wilbur Smith and Jonh le Carre’s were supplemented by the ‘Art of Captaincy’  first published in 1985  – the book draws on Mike Brealey’s various experiences while captaining Middlesex and later leading England to the famous Ashes victory in 1981.

Being the only cricket book which talks about and explores the various challenges a cricket team captain must surmount, it has often been referred to as a “treatise on captaincy”. (Scott 2011).

It was therefore considered appropriate for our captain to undertake the arduous task of reading this tome in preparation for the stiff challenge to be posed by the strong East Meon team…

However after two and a half chapters of ‘Brian Close was a bit of a hard case’, ‘as a professional I began in a different dressing room’, and ‘after 4 days I suggested to Bob that he bowl from the other end’ I decided that there was little I could learn, and closed the epistle from 1981 and went back to the beach.

Arriving at East Meon with a strong team, well articulated by match manger Hillier (A) our captain was quick to lose the toss, and be put out to grass for the 150 mins before tea.

But on a small pitch, with short boundaries, and against a traditionally strong batting line up, and with Hillier ( B) bowling down the hill and Harrington (E) bowling up, and with a team packed full of youth, with aged mariner Hawthorne being the senior pro for the first time, the impressive Rioteers kept it tight.

One key ball from Hillier actually pitched online, moved off the seam, and as their captain groped blindly for the ball, it tickled the outside edge, and sped at waist height to the waiting first slip.

Our captain had set an aggressive field knowing the value of this first wicket and had his most reliable fielders at slips one and two, with Hillier and Hawthorne enjoying the focus this gives them.

As the ball flew threw the gap where Hillier had been, for 4, and setting their captain on track for an 85 ball score as part of an overall total of 155, our captain thought, not for the first time, if he’d got past chapter 2 he’d know what Brearley would do now, as he looked over at Hillier standing in a very recent and innovative deep fly slip position.

But setting this inside, the captain knuckled down and with Harrington taking a couple, and wickets slowly mounting, including a great run out from Sudip, and with runs tight, he brought himself on. Thinking like Brearley at last, and so it proved to be, as he returned wicketless, (Brearley 461 FC matches, three wickets).

However we kept on going, and soon had them all bowled out, 10 mins before  tea for 155. We’d bowled and fielded well and with the trio of spinners combined with the searing pace offered by our other bowlers, we settled into tea in a positive frame of mind, a frame made all the more positive when the first view of the cakes on offer were viewed. Following on from a delicious set of homemade pork wellingtons, there was a glorious strawberry gateaux, a stunning Dundee fruit cake, and outstanding scones and cream.

Our captain felt like Brearley for the first time, surely they don’t get stuff this good at lords?

Our captains next task was similar to the choice each player was offered on attendance at the tea table, as he viewed the not inconsiderable batting talent on display.

And at 94 for 4 with 18 overs to go, we had batted sensibly, with Sudip, new recruits Samil and Harrington playing well, but not going big. Big was reserved  for newly veteran Hawthone, oldest for the first time ever, who with agility belying his elderly status flogged the ball to all corners, including shot of the day a cover drive rocketing to the boundary.

As Hillier (B) strode to the wicket at 4 down, the captain’s instructions were clear. Play yourself in, see off a couple of overs, and then go Botham.  However the bowling which had been tight all game, became tighter still, and on his third ball, having seen himself in, and facing the East Meon Captain, the middle stump was uprooted, and the game changed..

However still with rabbits in the hutch we ticked along towards the target, but the East Meon captain kept it tight, and wickets kept coming, and our 10 and 11 came together with 28 needed off the last four.

Williams and Hiller seeking a famous win knuckled down to the task, batted out two overs, and were left with 24 off the last two overs, with all four results still available.

The penultimate over was Captain v Captain, and some gloriously aggressive shots ( go for the win!) delivered very little in the way of runs, until the 5th ball, when an outside edge flew high to the right of the keeper, and was brilliantly caught, giving captain Atkinson a five wicket haul ( to go with his 85). Our captain’s contribution was 0 wickets and 1 run.

So whilst a glorious afternoon of cricket ended in a narrow defeat, the conclusion from this is that whilst Brearly may view captaincy as an art, the more one steps into the requirements as Rioteer’s captain the more one realises that if the opposition captain takes half their teams wickets and scores half their teams runs, then its not an art but more of a mathematical calculation where

C(EM) (½ R * ½ W) > C(R) (0R*0W).

Sunday last Rioteers visited one of only 2 New Forest clubs still on our fixture list, Cadnam CC, the other being Bramshaw. What, I wonder, happened to Bashley Rydal, Beaulieu, Bransgore, Brockenhurst, Burley, Fawley, Hinton Admiral and Lyndhurst to name those I can remember?

Cadnam is a typical NF ground: sylvan setting, rustic pavilion, though recently renovated, and with a much anticipated provision of an excellent tea.

Despite these attractions, we struggled to raise a team until Campbell extracted yet another rabbit out of his hat, Oscar made a welcome return to the team and Cadnam generously loaned two players. In the event, our two septuagenarians were not required, enabling them to perform the functions of umpire and scorer.
Before your correspondent proceeds with too much detail, let him remind you that Sudip has already informed us that the whole match is on film on Cadnam CC’s website.

Rioteers batted first with a sound opening partnership between Sudip and Martin until the latter was unfortunately run out. Sudip went on to play some delightful on drives in his 26. The opening partnership served to see off Cadnam’s excellent opening attack: pace from the pavilion end, accuracy at the other.

Cadnam’s Jack Hinton came in at 3 but he was gleefully stumped as reward for his willingness to play for the opposition.

There followed an excellent stand between brothers Archie and Bertie each of whom went on to score half centuries before retiring in the true sport of Sunday cricket. We all know how devastating Bertie can be so it was good to see him play himself in before firing a fusilade of sixes into the surrounding woodland. Archie was the perfect partner (though it is doubtful if the participants themselves would describe it thus) in that he combined judicious defence with powerful drives along the ground.

Finally, Cadnam’s Watkinson and our own Campbell provided some fireworks at the c of the innings to boost the final score to 259 for 3 off 40 overs. 
There followed a truly wonderful tea in the best tradition of the retired Val’s exalted reputation. Superlatives cannot do justice to the hospitality we received: let us simply offer our sincere thanks to all concerned.

A score of 259 allowed Campbell to give no fewer than 10 of the Rioteers the opportunity to bowl. Oscar opened with a tidy spell of induckers at medium pace. He fully deserved the first wicket, a Yorker that clean bowled the opposing skipper. By contrast, at the other end Roberto provided a little more variety: some deliveries dispensed with any use of the wicket, others would have been lethal on the wicket a couple beyond the one upon which we were playing. However, after a few words of self admonishment (at least your reporter thinks that is what he was saying) Roberto settled down to bowl well and take a wicket.
Of the other bowlers, the two loanees did well: Jack Hinton and Whitehorn (apologies: first name not known) each took two wickets whilst newcomer Simon Long from Trojans took another.

However, the star of procedings after tea was Cadnam’s number three batsman, Peter Biddlecombe who also made a fifty before retiring. His patient and technically correct innings included shots rarely witnessed in Sunday cricket: the most delicate late cuts, so pleasing on the eye. Peter also deserves congratulations on producing such a good batting wicket after such a miserable spring.
In the end Cadnam ran out of overs at 166 for 7.

Rioteers won by 93runs, more than they actually scored in the previous week’s ignominious defeat.

Finally, an apology from your correspondent to Campbell which those of you who played at Hyde End will find ironic: I should have upheld your appeal for LBW with a superb leg stump Yorker!

You know you are in trouble when …

• You pull Braz out of retirement to bat and he is the only one not out
• When the chili and cheese festival is more exciting than the Rioteers batting
• When Rinaldo scores the most runs
• There are more Rioteers’ ducks than ducks in the Itchen
• You score 76 runs
• You are all out so quickly that the chocolate eclairs have to be rushed out of the oven to have for the tea

All was not lost as …

• You make 76 runs and still play hard in the field
• The newbie Jago (thanks Harry) took a wicket, made a catch and was solid in the field
• Alfie kept his cool the whole match without incident
• You go the King Alfred with the Racqueteers when the game is all said and done – thanks Racqueteers!

There was a moment against Coombe Bisset when it all came together.. after numerous phone calls, weather checks, and wet shoes, we were twenty from the target, with plenty of overs left, enough rabbits still in the hutch,  two third-generation Rioteers at the crease batting nicely and then for the first time this year the sun came out.

There was calm, the birds stopped singing, and all we heard as the runs piled up was the metronomic crack of leather upon Willow.

And then just like you’ve done, we lost focus. Harry was out, Greg missed a straight one that didn’t bounce, Hillier nurdled, Williams didn’t, and Hall with 6 runs to go, missed a straight full toss, and it was all over.

Still, we did get to go to the pub .

It had all started so well, Harry had come up trumps, and brought someone who could actually bowl, left arm and quick, welcome to Barny, and with Harry we actually had a bowling attack that was potent.

With Greg now one year taller and Hall one year older, the first change bowling also kept it on the straight and narrow and picked up some wickets in the light drizzle, and eventually before a very hearty tea, we had them all out, as easy as 123.

The bread pudding sampled, returned too, and enjoyed, we reflected on the first tea of the season, with a batting line up with oozed class.

Brazier scratched the names of Hillier (J) and Perera (P) in the score book, and our first runs of the season were on the board.  The proverbial opening pair (see Matthew 7:24-27) eventually gave way to more, and then quickly more again, before it settled with Harry and Greg calmly accumulating, and the sun came out and it was all going well.

Before 4 quick wickets and Hillier was left out in the sunshine 6 runs too short and without any more partners.

We might have lost, but we were dry, and ready for refreshment.

The cow will never get through that door Eddie…

Dum dee dum dee dum dee dee…

And now we leave the Archers and move across to join the team on longwave for Test Valley Match Special, sponsored by Win Viz, over to you Aggers, cue Booker T.

Thank you and welcome to the cauldron of Chute, high up in the Test Valley, where the visitors have just won the toss and decided to bat, with a strong batting line up, and an aggressive opening pair, we’ll just check Win Viz, but already they seem to be favourites. And now it’s over to Geoffrey.

Win Viz Chute 42% Rioteers 58%.

Aye, as my granny used to say, if you’re going to cook a rhubarb crumble, cook it low and slow, you need a strong foundation. These two openers Hill and Brazier, doing just that, and 10 overs in we’re 30 without loss, in spite of some excellent bowling. Perfect. And I’m handing over to Jonners.

Win Viz Chute 58% rioteers  42%

Hello again, delicious scenes at lower Chute, with a man in white picking blackberries on the boundary, and for those of you watching in colour, it’s the same!. Oh I say, three quick wickets and suddenly the Rioteers are 60-3 after 20. Excellent bowling by young chute side, and Rioteers are in trouble. But a cake has just arrived, chocolate my favourite, made by a Miss Gleeson of Pangbury hill. Over to CMJ.

Win Viz Chute 69% Rioteers 31%

Good afternoon, I’d say. Thank you Brian, ever the optimist. However the Rioteers look to be in trouble, but Besse seems to be on a rescue mission. Massive striking. I remember Botham in 81, very similar, and now Smith, two middle order strikers like this not seen since Proctor. And with Hillier striding to wicket some how up to 150 -7. , surely to accelerate. And over to Arlott.

Win Viz Chute 54% Rioteers 46%

I have seen London buses with more acceleration, and thank you for that exquisite contribution Hillier, I once ate duck in Peking with the imperial ambassador,  this one was finished quicker. A delicious Merlot goes well with duck, but we are pressed to return to the combatants, and after a flurry of activity from the solicitoresque Norbury Nall and Williams, we are left with Brazier not out, carried his bat on 44, after 35 overs, and the Rioteers on 172. Geoffery, 44 off 35 overs… Aye a tad quick for my liking. Over to Tuffers.

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Well I think the scores are abut even stevens here. This outfield is so slow it would make my fielding seem quick. So chasing 173 is not going to be easy. But I spy a delicious tea, and a tray of large doughnuts, very good effort, and after all that batting, I think I shall tuck in.  I’m to be replaced by Jim.

This young lad Hill to open with the new ball, I’ve not seen a young man with an action like this since Lillee in 74, hair like his too. But now the shipping forecast, and then over to Blowers.

Win Viz Chute 38% Rioteers 62%

Well you come back from the salty future of shipping to find things have swung very much in the Rioteers favour, quick wickets from Hill, and Williams brought on to replace Besse, see the Chute faithful looking for hope in a new south African. Similarly, I’ve just completed a very youthful Pinotage, with my good friend Jerry Boam over lunch and I seem to be seeing the ball like this new bat. He’s taking a liking to Williams medium pace. The ball is now going a long way. Victor, perhaps you can make a difference?

Win Viz Chute 70% Rioteers 30%

Thank you for that. Well things are turning. The Rioters have opted for an in out field I first saw Brearley employ against the marauding West Indians. With Richards down one end and Clive Lloyd down the other, and its slowed the rate, but they need to remove Williams soon, he’s getting hammered.  Hold On the Bearded Wonder wants to chip in.

Win Viz Chute 85% Rioteers 15%

Well I’ve been through the records, and consulted with club statistician, and that earlier 13 ball over from the Chute bowler, is the longest since Culmer 18 ball epic from 2018. Still some distance to the Stafford benchmark. However their bat is now approaching his hundred and we’ve less than 50 runs needed, with lots of overs and wickets left. But now the Welsh drawl of Lewis.

Win Viz Chute 90% Rioteers 10%

I was brough up in Swansea, good shipbuilding area, but ive not seen a hammering like this for many years. This lad is flying, but good to see a young welsh name coming on, Williams from the opposite end and Hillier in the pair. And we’ve had some wickets, Williams picking up a couple, not the right ones, and Hillier bagging one or two as well, suddenly they’re 7 down but only 20 runs left. I wonder if the Alderman can help.

Win Viz Chute 97% Rioteers 3%

Thank you Tony, well I’ve not seen striking this clean, since Doug Padgett in 1959 at Hove, and that’s a fabulous hundred from the Chute man. The Rioteers have spent most of the game trying to get the ball from the field, with a challenging fenceline. Hillier in particular is struggling to get his leg over. Brian? Hurrumph. Aggers do stop it. 10 runs to go, three wickets left 3 over to go. Perhaps its only fitting that we hand the predictable climax over to the mellifluous Swanton.

Win Viz Chute 99.9% Rioteers 0.1%

When I served in the Bedfordshire Yeomanry during the war, I can tell you we were in some tight spots, but I say, Hill has caught their main man with 6 runs needed. And young Williams has bowled their number 10! Suddenly with 11 balls to go, Chute need two to win. The field comes in, oh this is like the West Indies v Australia in 1960.

Big slog from number 11 off Williams, now one away from his debut five wicket haul, but the active Besse in the field prevents the win, and the scores are tied. One wicket needed to tie!

10 balls left, and Williams on four wickets flights another beauty, the young 13 ball hero from earlier dances down the track plays gloriously through the covers, misses, and is stumped by young Smith… it’s a tie!

Win Viz Has exploded.

[Author: Sudip Nandy.] The Rioteers came into this game with a season record of WWW (WWWWW if you include the last two games of the 2022 season). Would they continue their run of form?

Two days out there were problems. Injury meant the team sheet was down to 8 men. Arrangements for tea were looking uncertain. How would the Rioteers manage…? Captain Campbell to the rescue! He found youngsters Tom and Zac to debut for us. And understanding the importance of a good tea for optimum Rioteer performance, he started baking! George found a second Hugo for the team and we were up to 11.

Our hosts kindly let us bat first as Campbell and Greg were delayed. Simon and Martin opened, with George at number 3. All started well, each suggesting the possibility of a big score, but Simon (14) and George (22) were both caught trying to hit out, and Martin (31) was run out. The early middle order came and went quickly and it was left to Alfie (top scorer with a beautifully paced 40) and Hugo Prince to stabilise the innings. Princey’s bat was making nice contact with the ball, until he overstretched clubbing a ball to the leg side, sustaining a side strain severe enough to need to retire hurt on 17. Following an elegant, but all too brief innings from Cledders, the second Hugo (Andrae) joined Alfie, and between them they accelerated the Rioteers to a decent total. Hugo was unbeaten on 27, joined at the end by Campbell for a 3 ball 11 n.o. Rioteers 206 for 8 at tea.

Thank you Campbell and Greg for the delicious cakes and sandwiches, and to Hursley Park for tea and hosting.

The Rioteers declared at tea. Consistently good bowling from the youth section (Zac, Tom, Greg and Alfie – who I understand is still only 17) kept the Hursley score under control and wickets fell at intervals, but at 115 for 3, and the Hursley’s two outstanding batsmen on the day Sharma and T. Flynn looking good, the Rioteers streak of wins looked about to end…

In steps the more experienced section of the bowling attack. Hugo A., Campbell and George subdued the middle order, leaving Martin to come in to bamboozle the tail with flight and guile, assisted by smart work behind the stumps by Alfie and clean up with the glory of bagging a fourfer. Hursley 174 all out.

Thank you Hursley Park for hosting and lending us a fielder.

Well done Rioteers. WWWW for the season so far.

[Report written by Sudip Nandy.]

Early season lack of availability meant that 3 debutants were brought in for this game: Andy Marks (ex-Hursley), Sam Golledge (youngster, trying cricket out again after a few years) and Mark Nall (not so youngster, trying cricket out again after 35 years!).

The Rioteers were greeted with bright sunshine and patriotic bunting throughout the village and at Hursley Park’s ground “The Quarters”. It felt like we were approaching “peak English summer”.

Captain Campbell was delayed by umpiring duties at the Trojans vs. Hursley under-13’s game. So following introductions in the dressing room and tales of yester-year from Richard B., Simon B. stepped up for the toss, but the Hursley captain generously offered Rioteers first bat as we were one short at the start.

A solid foundation was laid by Andy and Simon, with an opening partnership of 41, including Andy getting off the mark with a 6! Andy was caught hitting out for a well compiled 28. Sudip N. and Robert R. came and went quickly, to bring in George R., who was to play the match defining innings. Clean hitting from the start by George and steady accumulation at the other end from Simon kept the scoreboard ticking along at a good clip. A back niggle saw Simon retiring at 40, bringing Martin Hillier in to carry on the good work. George was eventually out lbw for 78, and Martin holed out at deep mid-on for 20. Mark and Sam each enjoyed brief returns to the middle, and the final phase of the Rioteers innings consisted of some lusty hitting from Campbell, supported at the other end by the walls of Richard and John H.

Tea was taken at 4.50 (following the late start at 2.20). The spread of cakes was particularly delightful, as the players mingled with the spectators over refreshments.

The Rioteers declared at the tea-time score of 218 for 8.

We opened our bowling with the youthful quick bowling of Sam, and the wily medium pace of Campbell. Sam took a couple of overs to settle into his line and length, and then bowled accurately but without wicket in his opening spell of 5 overs. Campbell at the other end was miserly, giving away just 5 runs in 5 overs, and taking the wicket of the Hursley opener who was bamboozled by the flight/rotation/pace of his deadly slow ball – bowled! Also a couple of good looking lbw appeals were turned down.

John and Martin came on as first and second change. John dropped on to his exemplary line and length, and was rewarded with the wicket of the other opener in his first over, lbw, the Rioteers by this time appealing in a much more professional manner!

There then ensued a fascinating tussle between bat and ball. The Hursley middle order batted well, but Hall, Hillier, Rinaldo and Rees matched them. Robert got the important wicket of Brimble (O.), and a smart stumping by Simon helped him gain his second wicket. Martin bowled with flight, guile and the occasional boundary ball (deliberate I’m sure to tempt Hursley with a hint that they were in with a chance), and produced a box office 4^th over, including two wickets, with the aid of excellent catches at mid-on and mid-off by Sam and Richard.

George bowled tightly and picked up 2 wickets, and Mark bowled an eventful single over, including catching the batsman’s top edge off a length ball which then crashed into the batsman’s face. A black eye followed but fortunately no serious injury; the batsman sensibly decided to become the second retiree of the game.

When Martin came back on with about 3 overs left and 20 something runs to get, all 4 results were possible. The trap was set. Hursley’s outstanding batsman Brimble (M.) had just reached 50… Hillier sent down a short of length delivery disguised as a boundary ball … it was pulled to deep mid wicket … straight into Andy’s safe hands. Well held, and a WIN for the Rioteers! By 25 runs.

The bar was open, the barbeque was on, and a pleasant post match analysis was held in the evening sun. Thank you Hursley Park for your generous hosting in a beautiful setting.