Well, that's it. Mid-September is here and the season's cricket has ended. So what was all that about? Let's have a season's review!
First of all, we actually played rather well and only lost one game. This was a magnificent effort considering no games at all were won last season. We finished second in our division and secured an automatic promotion place (Check out League Tables and Division 3 with this link).
And so to the traditional end-of-season awards. I hope the Penn Cricket Club Committee will see fit to make these proposed trophies a reality.
Best Shorts: Steve Tranter
Best Thermal Undergarments in a Supporting Role: Chris Rudge
Biggest Wuss: David Potts for the Cricket Ball In The Face Incident
Most Entertaining Player From Another Club: Shouty
Most Terrified Player From Another Club: Nervy
I have to say thanks to everyone that has given positive feedback about this blog. There was only one person who provided unfriendly criticism along the lines of "The blog is self-indulgent poorly written rubbish and haven't you got anything else to do you lazy git", but she had just finished scrubbing my cricket whites clean.
I've enjoyed writing the blog. It's been a funny old record of events. From a Post Office induced back injury, through the Deselection Blues, a smack in the face from a cricket ball, an RAF Fly Past, THE TOTALLY BRILLIANT MR. SHOUTY, a name change to D. Perks, right up to a tribute from Ol' Blue Eyes himself. All very strange, but made bearable by sharing the season with great team mates who've enjoyed the banter just as much as the cricket.
As for me, the bones and joints are a bit creaky lately, and the days after games are becoming more painful to bear. Will I play next season?
You betcha.
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DAVE LET THE LADS KNOW ABOUT THE BLOG
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To Mr potts
As a former captain and member of Penn CC, I can only be amused by the the award of best support going to Chris Rudge, dont tell me that the longs johns are still working for him, it wouldnt surprise to see him now using the belt which he used as a handle on his coffin is now keeping his trousers up.
Please kep the blog going I enjoy reading about all my old friends at Penn.
Regards
Adrian Forrester
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