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TCC Sunday Club eleven versus Cobham Avorians (2007/07/08)

The club eleven helped themselves to another decent victory this weekend, beating

Cobham Avorians with 10 balls to spare of an excellent limited overs contest.

Skipper Payne began poorly, losing the toss, and the Ts were invited to bowl. Phillips

opened up at the Pavilion End, with the captain taking the honours at the other. The

opening spells were tight and Payne, in particular, caused the Avorians openers some

trouble with swing and bounce. The first wicket, however, came in the 7th over via a run

out. The ball was cracked towards Sanchez at backward square, and the bespectacled

rifleman bulleted a throw to Porter behind the stumps, who gleefully removed the bails to

leave Worth (9) high and dry. A second wicket came in the following over as Payne

induced a false shot from Frise and Parab took a decent catch at point to leave the

Avorians on 20-odd for 2.

A sequence of somewhat pungent wickets was to follow, as the unlucky Phillips was

replaced by Bowman while Marshall came on for the skipper. Results were immediate as

Arksey (5) skied a ball in Bowman’s first over to Huntington at mid-wicket. Marshall

was to go one better in his first over, claiming 2 wickets, through similar top edges

straight to Sanchez and Huntington respectively. At this point the Ts were well on top

and things got better in Bowman’s third over as a bit of outswing induced an edge from

Collins which was excellently taken by Donelan at second slip. A final wicket in this

spell was claimed by Marshall, with Johnstone missing a low full toss on middle-stump

and falling LBW.

It was at this juncture that the nature of the Avorians innings changed. At 70-odd for 7,

their number nine, Crawford, strode to the middle. The Avorians skipper had asked Payne

if the new batter could substitute for one of their number who was stuck in traffic en

route to the ground. Payne agreed and ten overs later was lamenting his generosity.

Crawford (a fixture in the middle order of the Avorians Surrey Championship Premier

league first team) boshed the ball to all parts of the ground, accruing 76 runs off a far

smaller number of deliveries. He was particularly brutal on some of the Ts spin bowling,

with Aldworth and Henderson, who had replaced Bowman and Marshall, getting a decent

amount of tap. It was the off-spin of Donelan that brought Crawford’s innings to a close,

however. The spectral ungulate had been patrolling the short tree-lined boundary, grazing

on fresh shoots, when the call came to bowl, and a straight-one did for Crawford as the

batter attempted a reverse-sweep. The Ts breathed a collective sigh of relief, but 70-odd

for 7 had become 170 for 8 in the space of 60 deliveries.

Jackson (36), having played an intelligent second fiddle to Crawford, then departed

quickly, tickling the returning Bowman down the leg-side for Porter to claim a fine catch.

The Avorians 10 and 11 batters then saw the innings through to its close. Collins

accumulated 24 runs and Warr 9, to leave the Ts chasing 209 to win. After 20 overs this

total had seemed entirely out of the Avorians’ reach but Crawford’s brutality and smart

batting from the lower order had entirely changed the balance of the contest.

Tea was mighty fine. A bounteous selection of cold and hot fare generated a very

satisfied A- on the Hendometer. The prawns with chilli dipping sauce were particularly

tasty.

It was the experienced opening pair of Donelan and Sanchez who strode to the middle to

begin the Ts reply. As the skipper fretted about the tally of number 11 bats in his side (5

was the generous estimate), Sanchez received a round of applause from the players at

pitch-side merely for arriving at the crease fully equipped. He proceeded to bat like a

midget possessed. Three flashing cut shots meant that twelve was taken from Collins’

first over as the Ts chase started brightly. As ever, Donelan was more circumspect, but he

too began to accumulate runs.

The first wicket was not to fall until the 19th over. Up to this point the Ts openers had

looked entirely comfortable. Sanchez had mixed his trademark cuts with some clean

straight hits and Donelan had picked off singles all around the park. However, the

Avorians’ first change bowler, Warr, tempted Sanchez into one further attempt to clear

mid off where he was caught for an excellent knock of 41.

This brought the Saturday 4s batting hero, Parab, to the middle to join Donelan. Parab

was aggressive from the get-go, gleefully flicking anything fullish and near his pads over

the top of the fielders in the ring towards the short boundary and pulling anything short in

the same direction.

The half way point of the innings brought a drinks break with the score at 88 for one and

the required rate at almost exactly six an over. A couple of indiscretions in calling runs

aside, Donelan and Parab appeared to find the task at hand entirely straightforward, and

they progressed serenely towards the target of 209 at exactly the rate required. Both

registered excellent half centuries in the 30th over with the Ts looking comfortable on 160

for 1.

Donelan was to fall in the very next over, however, bowled by Jackson for 50, to bring

Huntington to the middle. Parab and the garrulous North Londoner were left with the task

of scoring 40 runs from the last 8 overs and did this comfortably, with 10 balls to spare.

Parab had played yet another fantastic innings, finishing unbeaten on 73 while

Huntington accumulated 18 not out.

All in all a fine win for the Ts against very pleasant opposition and in lovely

surroundings. The standout Twickenham performers were Parab and Donelan with the

bat, while Bowman and Marshall each took 3 wickets with the ball. The evening got

better as the Avorians laid on a supper consisting of barbecued sausages, lamb kebabs

and yet more sandwiches. As the Hendometer registered a second A- of the day, the Ts

turned for home to fight their way back to Twickenham Green through the hordes of

middle-aged, half-witted pseudo-prog-rock fans who had descended on Twickenham for

the day.