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Fixtures and Results | Match Reports

Date Against H/A Link Result Captain/Score
Sun 5 / 7 / 2015 Blackwood Home (BP) Lost by 4 wickets. Old Mo 195-7. Oppo 196-6.

SCORECARD

Blackwood prevail in Brittanic Battle

The unfamiliar surroundings of Shafali’s backyard welcomed the Fitmen and their friendly foes Blackwood, on a typically balmy summer afternoon. The sun was out but clouds were gathering on the horizon. Excellent coin spinning and Tuckerr had no qualms in sending Rob Green and Tom Caesar out to face the early vipers and shooters of a classic Tommo (the lawnmower broke –see) track.

Green enjoyed the variable bounce for 7 balls before getting one that “did everything” and got castled. Howarth simply bounded out to the middle after having caught the biggest river monster ever over the weekend, to poke around for 8 balls and then guide one to the slip cordon. Two down for not many – what was needed was a steady display from the ever dependant Tom. He’d obviously been out raving the night before because a tactic of 3 fours and a 6 in the next 3 overs and then hit a full toss to square leg was definitely a left field approach.
30 for 3…eek. No drama, the athletic twins were in next. Tucker (aka Linford) and Mo (Farah) got stuck in to some disciplined bowling by Blackwood and jog-walked their way to a 100 partnership. Drives to long-on were turned into noughts, two’s made to look like nightmarish run out defying singles and 3’s? Jog on! Fours were smote aplenty though – 5 from the ageing County blade and 17 from Mo’s wand.

Tucker (42) finally naused himself to death and dared to take a “quick” single to deepish cover only to be turned back by Mo “feet of stone” Farah. Tucker just kept jogging (with a few terse expletives) to let Sharif have a go. An over later and Sharif was back in the changing room for just 2. Martin smacked a 4 and then missed the next to be out bowled and suddenly 200 looked a challenging target. Mo was exceptional in amassing 112 runs from just 113 balls. A fantastic innings. Maybe 150 would have been out of reach without his century.

Raj got out 1st ball and Tom Houlgate managed 3 not out, but the 195 did seem at least 30 short of a good target. If only more Fitmen had got 20+.
The tea interval brought a down pour along with Pakoras from Milan, Cheese and Egg sarnies, spicy chicken shapes, chocolate fingers and tea you could varnish a fence with. What more could you ask for? Aspalls Cider for £2.50? Boosh. Job done.

Having scored 198 in only 20 overs on the previous Wednesday, the Fitmen knew that they needed 10 wickets and couldn’t defend 5 an over. The Blackwood openers set off at an alarming pace. Martin smashed for 29 off his 1st 4 overs despite grabbing the wicket of the opener with a slower ball (Xmas present). Raj taking some punishment before Tucker hurled himself at extra cover to take a quite brilliant one handed catch to remove the other very dangerous Blackwood opener. Game on?

Sharif (riled by Martin’s taunts of leading wicket takers) bowled superbly. Unplayable at times 8-1-27-3 was the best spell of the day. Tom Houlgate assisted with a smart stumping, but Sharifs variation and guile was what was needed.

The sight of Kapil Dev or Javagal Srinath warming up is enough to put the willies up most men, but following his much advertised 7-17 against Blackwood just a month before, Bal struck fear into the hearts of the Blackwood middle order. The problem was, the talented big hitting left hander hadn’t read the script (or played in the previous match?).

His 75 not out, along with a solid supporting stand of 35 by the Blackwood skipper was the match winning partnership. They ran well. Paced the run chase perfectly and brought the game home with 4 overs to spare. Nutter had a go at turning the game but with no success. Raj finished with two wickets, but hands up, Blackwood won the game rather than the Fitmen losing it.
Gracious in defeat, the oppo’ drank the bar dry and accompanied us back to HQ for more ale –all you can say is - fair play!