Victory!

Our Under 15 side were victorious tonight, having bowled the opposition out for just 74 they plndered the runs in just 12 overs. Our star in that age range made 54 before being forced to retire, which was a monumental effort considering that there were only 75 runs available at the beginning of the innings.

I never hoped that any of our sides would win a match this year given that they all had never played a game of cricket in their lives before. So to achieve a win and in the Under 15 age group was such a fantastic result. It's moments like this that make the slog of organising and coaching the sides worth it. The elation on their faces said it all and every credit to them. They went out and approached this match in the right manner and deserved the victory.

That evening I had dinner at Mum and Dad's. My brothers and sister-in-law were there too so it was a bit of a family affair. They had all been down at the ground watching as the boys had won so our family meal included a bit of a celebration for the team too. A number of vinos later and I was sparko on their couch.

The Great Escape

With a washed out Sunday in terms of upcoming cricket matches all that was left to do was watch West Ham United scrape themselves out of the relegation quagmire with a smash and grab raid against Manchester United on the final day of the 2006-2007 Premiership season.

I met Teed at the clubhouse after popping in to see Ma and Pa and regaling them with the latest dispatches, whilst quaffing a cheeky red. In a second display of what seems to be my unplanned lifestyle change, favouring all things retro, I veered toward an old style pint glass with handle and drank bitter at the club.

Tempus Fugit

I had been invited to Sunday lunch by Dad earlier in the week, "Why don't you join us?" he asked, "We're having roast leg of lamb." That sounded delicious but I wasn't certain what our plans were so had to ask if I could get back to him.
Last night I did saying that I would be delighted to join them only to find that chicken would be the order of the day as the temptation had proved too much for them and Maundy Thursday's dinner had put paid to any ideas of lamb on Sunday. So chicken it was and mighty fine too, dad had once again cooked a marvelous dinner and I enjoyed every bit.
I had supplied some wine and a bread sauce mix, for I love bread sauce. We quaffed and ate whilst talking on a seemingly endless range of subjects. We had started talking about Nan in the main which had put a smile on all our faces; she was such a wonderful lady with a wicked sense of humour. Memories of our times in Ireland surfaced as is often the case when the conversation revolves around her, it was obviously a place where mum and Big Ted were very happy as kids and I always enjoyed my trips there too.
When I look back at conversations it is often difficult to remember how subjects changed within them. We had sat for hours around the table covering politics, history, family and language; we even hit on blogging at one point. This diverse mix of content seems strange now looking back on the evening but when you are happy amongst those around you the conversation flows without need for pause or explanation.
When I looked at the clock I couldn't believe the time, it had only seemed like 2 maybe 3 hours had gone at best. I suppose the age old saying rings true,

"Time flies when you're having fun!"