Sat 10th August 2013
Saxton 252-5 (5) (Matt
Ball 108, Steve Hills 70) beat Sherburn Eversley 199-7
(1) (Will Martin 64, Jonny Kendall 53)
.Fresh from a couple
of nail consuming induced perpetual rectum clenching victories,
Saxton were back at the Dennison Pantheon (the Dennison
dynasty now deserved winners of the YCB award, and all
you have to do is look at the pavilion to see why) in
some of the strongest form since coming into the second
division. Ironically, with depleted sides Saxton keep
pulling off these wins, and this week captain Potter was
on glory supporting duty at the charity shield (no, he
is not a Wigan fan). In came Steve Hutton, running around
the boundary with higher knees than a triple jumper.
Sherburn, in poorer form, who beat Saxton
in the first half of the season arguably when Saxton were
in their rut. Saxton did their customary warm up, of drinking
cans of cola and watching the other team warm up, and
with Hills on skipper duty planning an abdication, Saxton
were put into bat first. Enter Matt Ball. Fresher than
a virgin freshman on freshers week with a pack of refreshers
and a WKD, wet hair probably from flushing his head in
a toilet after being sick, after a heavy night of alcohol
also having to spend it with ex-Saxton player Rory Coe.
Out he walked with pads on the wrong way, and emphasised
his dopiness by remarking in the middle 'oh i'll just
change one, it'll be fine'.
Heseltine, and Beals bowling well and
tight. The former getting some movement into the left
handed Bishop, who watched the balls go past the stumps,
a bee's anatomy away from hitting them, with his customary
dramatic leaves. The going was steady. When Ball finally
got one in the slot, he slapped it back and straight...into
the fielder's forehead at mid off. He looked like he was
batting a wasp away trying to catch it and it went straight
through his pitta bread strength hands. Sawdust last week,
blood this week. Stitches required, and if the still slightly
drunk Ball's patience was to be tested, so was his stomach.
With the aforementioned player heading
off to A&E, Saxton proceeded with the rest of their
innings. Finally managing to get to 3 an over at the 20th
it was one for the purists. But, Saxton were about to
learn the virtues of keeping wickets in hand. After the
drinks break, Ball and Bishop conferred that the rate
needed to be up, sharing another good partnership of 75,
and after doing a job of building a solid and steady platform,
the intent was to up the rate. This worked out better
for Ball more than Bishop as he departed for a hard earned
37 and an intimidating send off from Wainwright who's
screaming was that loud Bramham thought Leeds fest was
in town early. Baxter said that he should have carried
on to his 50 and then got himself out with loose shots,
well young Baxter, who is getting used to the idea of
batting now, this is a team game.
In came Hewer making 16 and definitely wasn't out when
given out. Hills, another contender for the averages joined
Ball at the crease. Displaying some brilliant hitting
sending the ball to all parks the Saxton innings started
to gain momentum. Bishop silently wept as he watched the
averages award dissapear into the abyss, as Ball joined
the hitting party and the red was flying around like a
clowns nose at rowdy, unruly kid's 6th birthday party.
Then he came down the track to Heseldine's unneccesarily
long run-up, and hit it back over his head. It was the
only moment in the day that he was quiet, along with when
he got out for a duck. Hills departed for 70 off 52 balls.
Reader's you know what i'm building up
to. Ball, 21 years of age, many 50's to his name, the
crowd watched the etchings in the score book as they tallied
close to that halycyon three figure number; one, zero,
zero - one hundred. The last time it happened, Crampton
had a tash and the world was in black and white. In customary
style, it was a punishing blow and the ball sailed to
the boundary. There it was. The maiden ton, the dream
of every cricketer, no matter what level, to get 100 runs.
Removal of the helmet, and his pale sobering, actually,
he's pale anyway, grin confirmed the achievement. Bat
a lot like a sabre, He even nearly killed somebody in
the process; expect Ball to be in FHM's '100 modern day
250 marked surpassed, Saxton finished on 252, their highest
of the year. A close contender for tea of the year award
was served up by Dan Hewer and his mother. And with that
Saxton had a total to defend.
The urgency of the batting was lost,
and in came the lachrimose attitude to fielding. Going
through the motions, the Sherburn opening pair were mirrowing
Saxton in their steadiness, but they didn't have the firepower
at their disposal to match their explosion in the run
rate after drinks. Kendall batted well for his 50, but
he left a lot of runs to be scored at the other end. Martin
made a good 64, but the rate could just not be kept up
Dennis Crampton as ever bowled tightly,
as did Hills, both conceding less than 4 runs an over.
Walsh, given the opportunity with the ball sprayed it
around like a darts player with dartitis. Young Todd bowled
well, and recaptured some the rhythm he has lacked in
recent weeks, and could prove a very useful bowling option.
The young bucks at Saxton are showing themselves to be
a very handy bunch of young cricketers, setting a high
standard in the field.
The game gradually petered out. In the
last 2 overs a stampede of cows ran onto the field and
did a synchronised ballet performance before being shot
by a facist right wing group. They didn't really happen,
i missed the last two overs and made that up. Sherburn
finished on a respectable 199-7. And so Saxton's enlightening
form continues, and play bottom of the league Hillam next
week. Safety looks guaranteed, so it is up to Saxton now
what they do to continue with this form. Keep the momentum
going, and see how effective it really is when Sicklinghall
come to town, at what is becoming a somewhat of a fortress
for Saxton at home.
Wickets in hand, no matter how many runs
you're on, as long you have wickets in hand anything is
possible. Hills knock shouldn't be overlooked, but the
day belongs to Ball. If we are to go with Samuel Beckett's
quite pessimistic dictum 'fail again, fail better', there
is lots more runs where they came from, because perfection
is never ever reached. A human invention of unreachable
heights, there is no limits put to human achievement.
And if Bale doesn't go to Real Madrid, this will be the
best summer since Nickelodeon showed Saved By The Bell
non-stop for a week.