by Rwth of Cornovii » Thu Jun 15, 2017 2:56 pm
I recall in my childhood, my father went up to Leeds to see the Test Match at Headingley. Since he was staying with our accountant and his wife, I was also invited and was allowed to go on condition that I knew my 6 times table. By the time we got there, my father had drilled me up to the 8 times, which I always thought of and still do as the most difficult one. Anyway while he was at the Test Match, I was taken out and about, so didn't mind it too much. As I may have said before I like village cricket because it looks pretty, and was made to play at home, (french cricket, one stump, and serial catching, chipped, cracked, broken or 3 drops and you're out.)
One stump was actually, one at the bowler's end and 3 at the batsperson's end. Only one batsman at a time, and for some reason, possibly because my ambidextrous brother also did, I batted left handed. A rather unpleasant cockney boy bowled a fast one at me at school and in terror I swiped out and hit it for 6. Then I retired for ever from the game.
I have become interested in the history of the game and have promised myself to go to the home of the game, Hambledon. It is quite near Romsey a handy half way point for my daughter's Kent home and my West Somerset one. Apparently, it was begun by shepherds throwing stones at hurdles. Once the bearded Vicar's team started beating the Gentlemen it moved to the Capital and people started betting on it. Often ruinous sums, and so players were bribed to lose occasionally. It's been cleaned up by the Marylebone Cricket Club but sometimes people from Other Countries who don't 'get' the notion of Fair Play do try it on.
I recall in my childhood, my father went up to Leeds to see the Test Match at Headingley. Since he was staying with our accountant and his wife, I was also invited and was allowed to go on condition that I knew my 6 times table. By the time we got there, my father had drilled me up to the 8 times, which I always thought of and still do as the most difficult one. Anyway while he was at the Test Match, I was taken out and about, so didn't mind it too much. As I may have said before I like village cricket because it looks pretty, and was made to play at home, (french cricket, one stump, and serial catching, chipped, cracked, broken or 3 drops and you're out.)
One stump was actually, one at the bowler's end and 3 at the batsperson's end. Only one batsman at a time, and for some reason, possibly because my ambidextrous brother also did, I batted left handed. A rather unpleasant cockney boy bowled a fast one at me at school and in terror I swiped out and hit it for 6. Then I retired for ever from the game.
I have become interested in the history of the game and have promised myself to go to the home of the game, Hambledon. It is quite near Romsey a handy half way point for my daughter's Kent home and my West Somerset one. Apparently, it was begun by shepherds throwing stones at hurdles. Once the bearded Vicar's team started beating the Gentlemen it moved to the Capital and people started betting on it. Often ruinous sums, and so players were bribed to lose occasionally. It's been cleaned up by the Marylebone Cricket Club but sometimes people from Other Countries who don't 'get' the notion of Fair Play do try it on.