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Q: The Newtown and Chilwell Sixth XI, captained by Phil “Surf Dog” Morgan, was playing Grovedale, a.k.a. the Lawnmowers, in a grand final at Reserve Road, Grovedale.
The Lawnmowers biggest hitter was starting to get going and Morgo decided he would take the lead and place himself where the ball was likely to go.
To ensure he knew exactly where to stand, he marked out an X on the ground. Bit hitter went bang, the ball when aerial, high enough to be lost among the string of trees that were the background.
Morgo ran around and around trying to see it, only to hear a clunk as it hit the ground, and when he went to pick it up, he discovered it was right in the middle of the X
The Lawnmowers biggest hitter was starting to get going and Morgo decided he would take the lead and place himself where the ball was likely to go.
To ensure he knew exactly where to stand, he marked out an X on the ground. Bit hitter went bang, the ball when aerial, high enough to be lost among the string of trees that were the background.
Morgo ran around and around trying to see it, only to hear a clunk as it hit the ground, and when he went to pick it up, he discovered it was right in the middle of the X
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Q: The Newtown and Chilwell Sixth XI was playing Newcomb at Newcomb. It was a day for which the Western District of Victoria is well known, chilly and with blue skies followed by scudding winds and showers. One bespectacled bowler was having trouble finding the pitch through the rain drops.
The captain, despairing at 0-27 from four overs, said one more over. The rain stopped, the bowler wiped his glasses clear and took a hat-trick. In the next over, which he had clearly earned, he took another wicket, making Newcomb seven wickets down.
With another blast of cold and wet imminent, the captain said to the bowler, get another hat-trick so we can go home and get warm.
Three balls later, after the necessary hugs and kisses, the boys were going home, said bespectacled bowler with the respectable figures now of 7-35.
Funny game cricket.
The captain, despairing at 0-27 from four overs, said one more over. The rain stopped, the bowler wiped his glasses clear and took a hat-trick. In the next over, which he had clearly earned, he took another wicket, making Newcomb seven wickets down.
With another blast of cold and wet imminent, the captain said to the bowler, get another hat-trick so we can go home and get warm.
Three balls later, after the necessary hugs and kisses, the boys were going home, said bespectacled bowler with the respectable figures now of 7-35.
Funny game cricket.
