"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
OK, so we haven’t talked about England’s lamentable performance in cricket’s World Cup & what with today being St George’s Day it is probably not an appropriate moment to start. So instead please forgive your humble correspondent if he reports that on an exceptionally green wicket Nipster got out to the second ball of the day that he faced.
Luckily this tawdry performance with the willow was redeemed by his bowling, finishing the day with figures of 5 overs, 3 maidens, 5 wickets for only 6 runs. Ok, ok, so that’s enough proud father stuff for the time being
On a less happy note, notwithstanding skill with ball, the Free Markette is still in a state of high curmudgeon ... now that Mrs FM has banned him for shooting pigeons before breakfast on school days!
Comments
Is he available for May 17th? England may need him.
Posted by: nbc | April 23, 2007 11:41 AM
how can he possibly get to school without Roasted Wood pigeon on toast with a light spread of patum in the morning?
Posted by: hugh | April 23, 2007 1:45 PM
I never much liked cricket. If it didn't involve near unfettered physical violence (rugby, boxing) or some description of firearm (trap shooting, rifle shooting), I wasn't much interested.
Posted by: The Cynical Libertarian | April 23, 2007 5:32 PM
Doesn’t involve violence ? ? ? ! ? Good lawwwwwd man, what sort of school did you go to?
Anyone who has ever faced one of Farty Warburton’s seemers or indeed Fothergill minor, pinging them in short of a length, has yet to experience the eye watering agony of getting a ball fair square in the nads.
Indeed round at FM Towers there is no such thing as only two short deliveries an over – even at garden cricket level, sledging & intimidation of batsmen is order of the day … & that’s just when boy is bowling
Posted by: Mr Free Market | April 23, 2007 6:04 PM
But... but... early morning is the best time to pot pigeons!
Mrs. FM needs a bit of talking-to.
Good luck.
Posted by: Kim du Toit | May 4, 2007 2:21 PM
Oh, and ditto on the violence in cricket. At my school we actually had a kid die after being struck in the chest by a fast ball. The bowler? Clive Rice's kid brother.
Next time I get to FMT, and weather permitting (har har), I'll teach the Nipster how to bowl a googly. It will stand him in good stead when he gets sick of slinging down the fast stuff.
Posted by: Kim du Toit | May 4, 2007 2:24 PM