A glimpse into the private lives of our boyz
In a short lived series many years ago we profiled a few players and had a few feedbacks'n'stuff. Here they are (of historical value only, methinks):
A short piece on our Captainz
Fletch was our starting Captain and still organiser. Good looking, debonair and a masterly stroke player, Fletch continues to entertain even in his later years. Getting dumped by a girlfriend on his mobile phone during a game was just one of his many feats. Lifetime average: not much
Charlie, our Captain during the golden years. Although he used to sport a rather disgusting beard and make a lot of disparaging remarks, we actually used to win a lot under his Captaincy. His trademark batting style - both legs together in front of the wicket will long be remembered.
The came Rodders: early starter and number one batsman, Mark was Captain during the lean years.. Given rather more to the intellectual side of the game (i.e. he thought rather too much rather than lashing out wildly like the rest of us) Mark nonetheless carried his bat many times (usually straight back to the pavilion..). His trademark "arse out" batting style blotted the sun from the wicket on occasion
Irwin "the killer Zimbabwean", long, lean and rather mean and with no discernible skills Captained us in 1997. Famed for calling a batsman a "wan***" from his crouching keeping position and then dodging the bat that whistled over his head, athletic Irwin was the right man, in the right job, but sadly with the wrong team. Nonetheless he knocks up a belting tea
Quiet, bespectacled Dominic was our next leader. Spraining his ankle on the first match of the 1998 tour (but still winning the 9 pin bowling contest in the pub) he had a season dogged by injury and a totally abysmal performance, which put him at the head of the averages. We asked Dominic to play with us in the mistaken belief that he was connected to the beer dynasty. He is, but only through the medium of drinking the bloody stuff. The team has done well under his Captaincy (*), but only when he was off on holiday and we got a passer by with a mangy old dog to run the team : (*) in 1999. In 2000 we had our worst ever season. but hey, so what
Ben "Arms to the Masses" Shaw, our 2001 Captain brings a touch of Army discipline to the team. We first met Ben when Fletch, who had ripped his trousers (fat arse etc) was buying a new pair (XXXL). Ben had popped into the cricket shop to ask about local teams, so he was signed on the spot proving that we might not be talented ourselves but we can spot it when we see it.