Sat 29th June 2013
Church Fenton 160-5 (6) beat Saxton 158
all out (0)
was Stephen Wragg who probably best embodied the Nietzschean
ideal of active forgetting, as to quote Nietzsche "the
past returns as a ghost and disturbs the peace of a later
moment", as Wragg played one of the most patient,
mature and unforgiving knocks that Saxton are likely to
face this year. For Saxton, it was a haunting reminder
of the batting stability they seem to have lost and also
of the holes left by Wragg and Coe (Tadcaster bound respectively),
two of the strongest talents to come through the Saxton
youth system, it is not that easy, every week to wish
them well. And also the fact that Wragg has tried to poach
every Tom Dick and Harry that does well for Saxton as
he see's them as promotion candidates. Not with that bowling
attack. Steve Parker-Harrison also turned up for Church
Fenton. Thats about it.
A day of several
sucker punches and startling reminders. The new league
format means that now 5 teams will be relegated this year,
and why they have not left this till the end of the season
remains a hilarious issue of small time bureaucracy (im
not scared: Sicklinghall may also have the choice to decide
whether they want to go up or not, to either continue
beating teams every week or losing to teams every week).
Saxton were also realing from Thorner's match report,
which chose to pick on unflattering aspects of a persons
appearance, in the most unoriginal banter since time began.
If you're still
with me readers, and are enjoying this education in grammar,
engaging prose and tenuous allusions to philosophy that
has been left to me this week then i would commend Harry
Fletcher's batting performance. Fletcher is beginning
to show the maturity that he shows in his music taste,
steadying the ship after the usual Saxton batting collapse.
After losing 3 wickets in the first 15 overs, Saxton crossed
the line with a respectable 158, also thanks to some bludgeoning
hits from Dan Hewer. Their mood was perked, especially
after some promising signs in the pitch, when Church Fenton's
opening bowler decided to switch from pace to spin, and
thank heavens, because his seam up bowling was utter garbage.
Where he found that rip in a pitch that was more dry mud
than grass is one for Uri Geller to work out.
to take two quick Church Fenton wickets, the game slowly
descended into a drawn out 5 wicket win for Fenton. Nothing
went to hand, or stuck into hand for Saxton, and this
derby of sorts became another disappointing week.
The season now
has reached its half way mark. The fixtures start again.
Lets be honest, we're not playing football and i'm not
in the business of banal platitudes and cliches because
cricket is a much more refined sport. Usually i am downbeat
at the best of times, but lets forget the ills of the
first half of the season. It is saturday cricket and that
is all it will ever be, but for the sake of a small club
with a massive pavilion, the fact of the matter is, winning
is much more pleasant than losing. Everything is ruled
by the most extreme possibility that you will live or
die, and you might not die as a result of playing cricket,
but at some point in your life you will die. You will
not go to heaven, there is no better place, this is the
best place you will ever be. Things get in the way of
making this your perfect place, and on the cricket field
that might be a bowler who is too quick for you, or a
batsman who is too strong for you. Either way you must
try and carve into the wood, the best you can, in a big
tree that lots of other people are trying to etch their
names on, and it can be hard, and you have to remember
that around this miasma of saturday cricket, lots of other
things in life take precedent.
My final and most
important point : Where you can be the master of your
own downfall, you can also be the master of your own success.
yes. we. can.