1st XI v Timsbury (H)
Saturday, 18th June 2016
Bristol & District Cricket League
CMCC Repel Timsbury Invasion
Turning once again, and this time more generally, to the question of league cricket, I observed that there has never been a period in all these long Saturdays of which we boast when an absolute guarantee against defeat, still less against seriously close matches, could have been given to the people of Chew Magna CC. In the days of Filer D, of which we were speaking on Saturday, the same wind which would have carried his talents across the A37 might have driven away the blockading batsmen. There was always the chance, and it is that chance which has excited and befooled the imaginations of many Bristol & District Cricket Association Senior Division captains. Many are the tales that are told. We are assured that novel methods will be adopted, and when we see the originality of opening with a spinner, the ingenuity of placing fielders where our batsmen hit the ball in the air, which our enemy displays, we may certainly prepare ourselves for every kind of novel stratagem and every kind of brutal and treacherous manœuvre. I think that no idea is so outlandish that it should not be considered and viewed with a searching, but at the same time, I hope, with a steady eye. We must never forget the solid assurances of attack as the best form of defence and those which belong to a diminutive Australian at four if it can be locally exercised.
Chew Captain Mike ‘Dash’ Denning had full confidence that despite losing the toss for the 36th match in a row if all did their duty to play straight, if nothing was neglected in the order, and if the best shots played, as they had been rehearsed at nets, we would prove ourselves once more able to defend our Chew Court home, to ride out the storm of wet wicket attrition cricket, and to outscore the menace of Timsbury, if necessary for a whole 45 overs, if necessary the captain on his own. At any rate, that is what Chew tried to do. That was the resolve of His Captaincy’s batting order – every man of them. That was the will of the 1st XI and the whole of the CMCC nation. The whole Chew Valley and the wider North Somerset area, linked together in their cricketing cause and in their need, vouched to defend to the last wicket their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength.
That was the plan although 167 all out in 43.2 overs fell a little short of these lofty ideals amid some canny bowling and good catching. So an incredible tea was taken with summer fruit, bacon rolls, an excited Labrador, spicey chicken wings for CCC#TO and a fine array of wraps and all manner of other haute cuisine.
The score felt a little under par and Chew had their backs to the wall as the alliterative Timsbury pairing Sage and Strang started to try and make hay –more than one farmer grumbled that it was clearly too wet. Even though large tracts of the valley and many old and famous names had fallen into the grip of the local rivals and all the glorious shots of the Seven Stars, Chew did not flag or fail. Chew went on to the end. We fought in in the outfield, we fought on the square and wicket, we fought with growing confidence and growing strength on the boundary, we caught our catches, wherever the chances fell. We fought on the steps of the pavilion, we fought on the landing grounds of the Pelly, we fought for the fields and the cows, we fought on the mole hills; we never surrendered, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, Chew Court or a large part of it were under threat of losing, then CCC#TO and King Kenny carried on the struggle, with a respective hatrick and five for until, in God's good time, the victory with all its power and might, stepped forth to deliver the points hard won.
Report by DL