Oh dear. It really has gone all pear shaped.
The brief flush of success marked by the two wickets in my comeback match has quickly faded and I've not taken a wicket since. I've bowled in three further matches and been largely slammed around the ground.
My batting record reads thus:
Four innings - 0, 0, 0 not out, 0 not out. Total runs scored - 0. Average - 0. Number of times my bat has hit the ball at all = 0.
This week, my knee injury has flared up again and I'm unable to play. For some reason, there have not been many phone calls wishing me a speedy recovery.
We put out five teams on a Saturday which means there are 55 playing places. If there are 56 players available in future, I should definitely be the one to miss out.
Last Saturday was personally horrendous although we did win the match. I bowled five overs for 33 runs and got neck ache watching the ball disappear back over my head each time I delivered it to the wide eyed, salivating batsman. The bowed head silence from my team mates was embarrassing and I was looking for that crack in the ground to open up and blessedly smother my misery. It was exactly that sort of performance that induced my retirement last season. It just shows, you should never go back on a decision you knew was right in the first place.
I'm low at the moment and Saturday afternoons in the garden not worrying about cricket at all seem mighty appealing.
Next week's blog will focus on the safe and organic removal of aphids from a favourite rose bush.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
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