Archive for July, 2008

Beamers Win at Ditchling

Monday, July 21st, 2008

All was well in beamerdom as the team made efforts to ready themselves for Devon. A sprightly bowling performance reduced Ditchling CC to 131 all out. The Honours go to Tounguester for a 4 fer, A&E for 3-11 and smith for 2-24. All good. Nice ground, interesting tea (chicken and coriander anyone?), and sporting oppo, meant we were always gonna struggle.

Chafey opens and forgets he needs to be in his crease. Pete wafts and Maf swooshes 7-3 of 5. Why oh why. Smith and B Rigby steady the ship and put on 40. Rigby unable to contain his excitement makes a mess of a half volley, his pants, and the opposition catch something nasty. Smith and Tonguester continue before Umpire Jeremy lifts a certain finger to dispatch smith to pavilion on 49. Tonguester and Frank put on a stately but assured 42 before frank falls to a doosra leaving j cave to mop up the final runs. Beamers win by 3 wickets. A good game all round.

Beamers Win at Ditchling

Monday, July 21st, 2008

All was well in beamerdom as the team made efforts to ready themselves for Devon. A sprightly bowling performance reduced Ditchling CC to 131 all out. The Honours go to Tounguester for a 4 fer, A&E for 3-11 and smith for 2-24. All good. Nice ground, interesting tea (chicken and coriander anyone?), and sporting oppo, meant we were always gonna struggle.

Chafey opens and forgets he needs to be in his crease. Pete wafts and Maf swooshes 7-3 of 5. Why oh why. Smith and B Rigby steady the ship and put on 40. Rigby unable to contain his excitement makes a mess of a half volley, his pants, and the opposition catch something nasty. Smith and Tonguester continue before Umpire Jeremy lifts a certain finger to dispatch smith to pavilion on 49. Tonguester and Frank put on a stately but assured 42 before frank falls to a doosra leaving j cave to mop up the final runs. Beamers win by 3 wickets. A good game all round.

Tour Details 2008

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

Dear all,

Tour Details:

Click on the links for maps and directions.

As usual we shall be camping at

Cherry Tree Farm
Putsborough Road
Croyde
N Devon
EX33 1NH

Links: Website, Google Map, MultiMap

Most will be arriving on Wednesday evening, but some will be arriving at the first game directly.

The first game is on Thursday at Bratton Fleming
v Bratton Fleming
31 July, Thurs 2.30

The second at Ilfracombe This is a 2.00pm START
v Ilfracombe
01 August, Friday 2.00pm

Finally North Molton
v North Molton
02 August, Sat 2.30

If anyone needs transport please contact the Beamers mailing list.

Tour Details 2008

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

Dear all,

Tour Details:

Click on the links for maps and directions.

As usual we shall be camping at

Cherry Tree Farm
Putsborough Road
Croyde
N Devon
EX33 1NH

Links: Website, Google Map, MultiMap

Most will be arriving on Wednesday evening, but some will be arriving at the first game directly.

The first game is on Thursday at Bratton Fleming
v Bratton Fleming
31 July, Thurs 2.30

The second at Ilfracombe This is a 2.00pm START
v Ilfracombe
01 August, Friday 2.00pm

Finally North Molton
v North Molton
02 August, Sat 2.30

If anyone needs transport please contact the Beamers mailing list.

"Don’t worry Simon this has been planned like a military operation."

Monday, July 14th, 2008

How quickly skippers words to his opening bat Private Smith seemed to collapse into dust as not even out of the carpark before the game Beamers captain for the day, going under the codename Burt Reynolds, appeared to have little idea where the kit was. Any semblance of credibility was further undermined when 23 Beamers , their 22 wives, their 21 lovers and off spring all turned up to the Dripping Pan en masse. Maf had excess baggage and so a clumsy quick cull ensued. On the positive side Cat looked in fine fettle, the Beamers youth policy were keen and some old faces were welcomed back onto the teat. However dark clouds loomed above like Thora Hird’s hips.


St Michael’s narrowly won the toss and Beamers were put into bat at 2.13pm BST. By 3.59pm BST they were all out for 85. Lateral swing, poor shot selection and niavety all claiming motherhood of this low scoring child. Field Marshall Francis Rigby’s measured knock the only outward display of resistance to a spirited bowling effort from Lewes.

Tea was served. Tea was ate. Frank gave way to Musso and doom begat defeat. Skippers sheet of A4 tactics was scribbled on as attack the only option. Burt Reynolds once graced a film called The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and as I scribbled I dearly wished I was in that little magical house too, and I would not have cared if it was actually in Goole. Cricket seeming to have lost its sense of abracadabra.

St Michael’s took to the crease with some arrogant gusto, reverse sweeping attempts off opening bowlers never steady skippers heart rate. The low total was reached with three days to spare. Again however there was some silver lining as Smiffie skittled wickets at almost metronomic regularity, the first bowl of each of his overs.

The scorebook was handed over to Musso, team photos were snapped and Johnners sensitively asked skipper for his subs and match fee. As I handed over the £30 I felt ruefully how it could have been more wisely and recklessly spent in any little house in Texas.

beam on

maf

“Don’t worry Simon this has been planned like a military operation.”

Monday, July 14th, 2008

How quickly skippers words to his opening bat Private Smith seemed to collapse into dust as not even out of the carpark before the game Beamers captain for the day, going under the codename Burt Reynolds, appeared to have little idea where the kit was. Any semblance of credibility was further undermined when 23 Beamers , their 22 wives, their 21 lovers and off spring all turned up to the Dripping Pan en masse. Maf had excess baggage and so a clumsy quick cull ensued. On the positive side Cat looked in fine fettle, the Beamers youth policy were keen and some old faces were welcomed back onto the teat. However dark clouds loomed above like Thora Hird’s hips.


St Michael’s narrowly won the toss and Beamers were put into bat at 2.13pm BST. By 3.59pm BST they were all out for 85. Lateral swing, poor shot selection and niavety all claiming motherhood of this low scoring child. Field Marshall Francis Rigby’s measured knock the only outward display of resistance to a spirited bowling effort from Lewes.

Tea was served. Tea was ate. Frank gave way to Musso and doom begat defeat. Skippers sheet of A4 tactics was scribbled on as attack the only option. Burt Reynolds once graced a film called The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and as I scribbled I dearly wished I was in that little magical house too, and I would not have cared if it was actually in Goole. Cricket seeming to have lost its sense of abracadabra.

St Michael’s took to the crease with some arrogant gusto, reverse sweeping attempts off opening bowlers never steady skippers heart rate. The low total was reached with three days to spare. Again however there was some silver lining as Smiffie skittled wickets at almost metronomic regularity, the first bowl of each of his overs.

The scorebook was handed over to Musso, team photos were snapped and Johnners sensitively asked skipper for his subs and match fee. As I handed over the £30 I felt ruefully how it could have been more wisely and recklessly spent in any little house in Texas.

beam on

maf