Quokkas Cricket Club

It was a small party of fifty-year-old blokes who had just about squeezed their gout into their loafers that ventured into the Wroclaw night life. In homage to the missing potato, and much to Professor’s chagrin, we convened at The Irish Bar to sup the most expensive pints in town. It was here that Skip informed us that there was good news and bad news regarding the cricket. My thoughts immediately turned to the Serbia tour, knee-high grass, 45 minutes of sleep and coach journey across borders. However, any concerns were soon calmed by a plethora of cheap drinks at the only ‘rock’ bar in town. To Professor’s frustration, a round cost less than a single Guinness at the Irish bar, although by closing time nobody cared how much the drinks cost. Thursday or not, we had eased ourselves into the tour.

Quokkas CC 143-7 (Haider42, Saad 29, Jatin 24) beat ACME CC 139-6 (Radio John 3-28, Rashid 2-9, Jatin 1-9, Seagull 1-14)

In a summer of many hot days, this one was roasting. My sweat was sweating. Not a good time then for the air con on Mrs Seagull’s car to give up the ghost. I spent half the day with my head hanging out the car window like a dog. A communication breakdown saw a world first: the entire Quokkas line up in attendance before the first of our opponents had arrived. The 1:30pm start time slipped to 2:00pm and then 2:30pm. It was almost dark by the time some of us got home, which is saying something for the longest day.

Croxley Green CC 235-4 (Rachid 2-19, Evil 1-37, Jatin 1-35) beat Quokkas CC 185 all out (Faggie 60, Rashid 32, Slick 26, Seagull 25)

Damn. I played in this game. So, there are no excuses for a piss poor match report on my part. Except that it’s October now and I remember more about the live football on the TV we watched in the bar afterwards than I do about the actual game. One thing I haven’t forgot is how dangerous it is to play here when you have batsman hitting the ball very hard and having to field in what is basically a ploughed field. I am grateful for retain all my teeth. There was a Tim Flowers moment for Evil Dave that would have been a lot less funny is he was a few inches taller. We stopped pretty much nothing and about 20 of their runs came from overthrows due to obscure bounces. That was the difference between the two sides.

Quokkas CC 123 all out (Faggie 45, Rashid 18, Evil Dave 14 no) beat Dolphins 98 all out (Evi Dave 3-22, Haider Jr 2-33, Jatin 2-20)

First game of the season and I’ve yet to turn the central heating off. Not sure the Dolphins like us very much. It’s bloody April for god’s sake. Sod that for a game of soldiers. I wasn’t the only one still heavily invested in the football season, but thankfully we had eight Birmingham Quokkas.