At this point in the season my back has totally given up on me. Despite the obvious drawbacks I’m considering my choice of opioid. While I make that choice, alcohol is my preferred painkiller. I am not sure Mrs Seagull is being quite as sympathetic as I’d like. “If you are not swanning off to cricket all day you can do some of those DIY jobs I have lined up for you instead.” Where’s the flipping Oxy?
Prio to the match the discussion centred around Quokkas’ ancestry and potential qualification for the Gibraltar National Cricket Teams. With numerous international caps under our belt, it’s only natural that the Quokkas are a potential rich resource of which to plunder. Ali certainly seemed keen, but I think Islamabad is just a fraction outside the Gibraltar catchment area.
To the game itself, er, what can I tell you. Herc made an appearance, eventually.
Looking at the WhatsApp discussion on match day, pretty much everyone turned up very late, except for Radio John and Josh. Good day to win the toss and bat. We lost the toss and were asked to bowl. Nice work Radio Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a scorecard for this game. Despite our global fame and international credentials, friendlies don’t seem to feature on the otherwise very good Newdigate website. I know our hosts set us roughly 185 to win and both Irfan (who retired, again) and Herc scored half centuries on the way to a Quokkas victory. There is a lovely photo of Driver looking like he is touting for business in an Amsterdam brothel window. Tantalising. And the next comment is “another win for the Quokkas”. These match reports are easy. Seagull Flying so high