Monday 30 August 2010

The Almost Perfect 10!!!

Just a quick note to confirm that the scheduled final match of the season against the Forest Irregulars on the 5th September has been cancelled. This obviously means that our season has finished with the remarkable record of played ten, won nine and only a winning draw against the Free Foresters spoiling an almost perfect record. We hosted a wonderful sixes tournament too which provided one of the highlights of the season.

A fantastic season and my sincerest thanks to everyone who contributed in whatever form; either by playing, scoring, serving the teas or supporting. As ever, the combination of Babington's unique ambience and the diverse personalities of all those involved in the club contributes to a very special brand of cricket which has again given much pleasure to all. Perhaps the Pakistan test team could take a few leaves out of our book!!!!

I dare say I will post a review of the season in due course and look forward to meeting up with one and all in the coming months. In the meantime, I repeat my heartfelt thanks to all of you that have made the 2010 season so memorable....

Best wishes

Andrew....

Wednesday 25 August 2010

Images From Mells Match - 21st August 2010








BHCC v Mells - 21st August 2010 - Match Report

I make no apologies for a whimsical match report following our 50-odd run victory against Mells as the very essence of the match was far more important than the mere formalities of the statistics. Yes we won, but it is of little consequence as the match itself was played in a spirit that transcends any notions of winners and losers.

The only winner was the game itself and the fundamental attitude of all the senior players that took part who long ago discarded their own personal performances in favour of providing an atmosphere in which the youngsters could learn and flourish. Ultimately, this match embodied all that is wonderful about cricketers who really get it; about players that have been there, done it and worn the bloody T-shirt to a point of madness.

Perhaps more than any other, two players absolutely embody this spirit, this special bond with the game that makes cricket the most glorious, eccentric game in existence; from Babington, Cocko (Mark Coxon-Tenty) is a batsmen of phenomenal pedigree who played one of the best innings I have ever seen in scoring 186 against the Free Foresters earlier this year, and from Mells, Julian Saviour, a man that can destroy any attack with blistering power and a canny bowler to boot.

Having played senior cricket for over thirty years, both men would feature in my all-time dream eleven and yet on a sultry Sunday at Babbers, they were happy to contribute absolutely sod-all to the match in terms of runs and wickets. However, in terms of insight, experience and support for the new generations, both guys never stopped giving everything despite hangovers and pre-occupations with village finals at Taunton. Gents, none of this is lost on a humble captain who feels a deep sense of honour to be orchestrating these matches knowing damn well that you are with me; knowing that our own scores no longer matter, knowing that we have had our glory days and now is the moment to give something back to the game to which we owe so much.

There are other heroes too of course, but Julian and Cocko really do highlight the point I am making. It would be so easy to ramble on about another victory and the sumptuous teas that have become such a feature of our club, but again in would miss the point. The real point is that Mells fielded at least five players under sixteen and Babington’s top scorers were Chris Player and Ed Alexander who have excelled as a consequence of the atmosphere in which we play our cricket these days; attacking, fair and supportive, spurred on by the barked encouragement of Mark Cadbury, Giles Lunt and David Horler to name but three. Christ, this is the easiest team to captain in the world because we all share the values, the same desire and the same understanding that the game is more important than all of us.

For me, all of these sentiments were embodied in one glorious moment. Julian was umpiring and Harry Cadbury was bowling up the hill. He had already been called for a couple of very wide ‘wides’ when his last ball of the over pitched at least three feet outside off stump. It was a definite wide and God Mells need the runs, but Julian was reading a higher script and simply called “over”. I was fielding at mid-wicket and I looked at Julian with a silent smile to which he responded with a wry grin; at that very moment any personal ambitions I had for scoring centuries or winning cricket matches evaporated; it is no longer my role to be governed by averages or the scorebook; like Julian, my job is to give the younger guys confidence and a platform on which they can learn their craft, make their own mistakes and celebrate their own achievements. It would have mattered not if we had got stuffed!

As it happened and for the record, we won the toss and naturally batted first on a classic Autumnal green-top after heavy overnight rain. Ed Alexander pulled with immense power despite using a Newbury bat with a seemingly minuscule sweet spot, whilst Mark Cadbury dithered in his own world of indecision. Indeed, Cadbury was first to go driving without real conviction to be caught and bowled prompting the usual forensic self-depreciating analysis by my favourite whipping boy – shut-up man and just accept that age is getting the better of us!

Chris Player is flourishing as both a batsman and a bowler and his uncomplicated style soon began proving dividends. Despite some truly horrendous ‘moos’ to leg, he soon found his range and drove beautifully through the ‘V’ to reach 68 before holing out to Julian in the deep. Alexander perished after bringing up an aggressive fifty and Giles Lunt swished briefly, before a premeditated heave across the line saw his stumps emphatically destroyed. Ed Horler made a welcome return to the side and whacked 32 including a lofted six into the tennis courts ensuring that we posted a score of 205 for 5 off 35 overs.

Mells gave all their youngsters a chance with the bat and we responded in kind by opening the bowling with Jack Cadbury. As ever, Jack’s classical action and off-stump line caused all the batsmen problems and his five overs went for just ten runs. At the other end, Chandler’s half-decent leggies had Melville sharply caught behind by Alexander, but he was soon banished to the boundary in favour of Harry Cadbury who again impressed despite a wayward start.

Pinnell, for reasons that not even he can explain, delivered five overs of utter rubbish and somehow had Simon Edwards (Mells’ captain and best player) acrobatically caught by Ed Horler who also bowled a tidy spell without reward. Rory Cadbury, twelve years lest we forget, ran in with his beautiful smile and had Dave Carter well caught by David Horler at mid-on. In between times, Mark Cadbury gave a fielding display that was rather unkindly likened to Stephen Hawking by some on account of its sheer lack of physical co-ordination. Dropping catches, diving on his head and mis-fielding on the boundary only further underlined the need for our hero to accept the inevitable and join Pinnell in the deck chairs reserved for non-contributing administrators. What the hell is wrong with Giles Clarke any way? Of course, I jest!!!

Indeed, in recognition of his own sad incompetence, we gave Mark the last over and, with absolute typical bravado, he bowled left-handed. With all the momentum of a snail in slow motion, his first delivery just about reached the batsmen who promptly slapped it into the covers were eldest son Jack took a sharp catch. Only Cadbury Senior can do this; just when you think he is washed up, blown out and on the scrapheap, he does something remarkable; something ridiculous; something so memorable that his previous misdemeanours are somehow erased.

As you can no doubt imagine, I have heard about nothing else since and I have made an appointment with an ear specialist when the season finally ends! It was just left to Giles Lunt to deliver the last rites and he picked-up a brace leaving Mells on 157 for 9 with our man Julian not even bothering to don his pads and heading instead to the Cowshed!

And so we retired to the lawn and huddled under the sun-shades as storm clouds rumbled over the darkened lake. The conversation touched on many themes not least Cadbury’s excursions to the red light district of Amsterdam and the gone but never forgotten Johnny Barron’s legendary appearance in the bar wearing only a Babington bath robe. Cocko refused any invitations to drink alcohol preferring to wallow in his own self-induced booze-fuelled haze and Giles and I just giggled about nights out in George Street!!!!

As ever, a lovely Sunday afternoon at Babbers that just proves our club is like no other with an array of characters that would be frankly unbelievable even on the big screen. The spirit, the attitude and the sheer sense of fun is what underpins our efforts and creates a somewhat surreal ambience that is irrepressible to all that have the pleasure to be involved.

Babington House - 205 for 5 off 35 overs.
Mells - 157 for 9.
Babington House Won By 48 Runs

Men of the Match - Ed Alexander & Chris Player for equally fine fifties.
Champagne Moments - Mark Cadbury dropping a catch and ending up on his head, plus his left arm bowling in the final over.

Monday 16 August 2010

BHCC v The Star Inn, Bath - 15th August 2010










BHCC v The Star Inn - 15th August 2010 - Match Report

On a lovely still afternoon, Babington entertained The Star Inn from Bath for the first time and the contrast between the two respective hostelries could not be more stark; Babington House, with its manicured rolling lawns, designer chic ambience and media-cool clientele is a million miles away from The Star’s ‘spit and sawdust’ culture, real ales and shove ha’penny table that makes it one of Bath’s most popular and authentic boozers.

The reality is that I love both places it was a personal pleasure to invite The Star to Babbers as the pub is situated directly opposite my pad. Since moving to Bath some eighteen months ago, both the staff and the regulars have afforded me the warmest of welcomes and it was only a matter of time before we met on the field of play. The Star’s cricket team is over 25 years old and they play Sunday league cricket so we expected a tough encounter.

However, Babington fielded a hardened team that mixed youth and experience with Mark Cadbury joined by his three sons that in itself was special. At one point, the whole on-side comprised only Cadbury’s and I felt a tinge of paternal pride watching the four of them dominate half of the whole field. Meanwhile, my two daughters and their friends were pre-occupied by Shirley Temples, giant-sized pizza’s and running up a ‘tab’ at the bar which is a precedent that I going to have to get used to over the coming years no doubt.

Shock horror, we lost the toss and were asked to field and opened the bowling with Jack Cadbury down the hill and Grant Chandler. Chandler struck first with a drifting leg-break that was sharply snaffled by a chattering Giles Lunt in the gulley off Tennant’s edge, before bemusing Cammann in the flight and knocking back his middle peg. Mark Cadbury held on to a mis-timed drive from Shanahan to give Mike Sherring his first wicket, before the same bowler comprehensively cleaned-up J. Boreham with a yorker.

The Star was reeling at 30 odd for four so it was the perfect opportunity to let Harry and Rory Cadbury take up the attack. Both excelled extolling the simple virtues of line and length and Rory, just twelve remember, bowled Donaldson off an under edge. Harry then ran out Steady from behind square and Rory had Steele caught at the wicket off a swinging good length ball which Ed Alexander pouched with glee.

Sherring returned and responded to his captain’s goading by bowling Watts and Wiggins for blobs, before Chandler castled A. Boreham round his legs to end a last wicket stand of 31 with Gibson who made an excellent 22. A score of 101 all out was never going to trouble a batting line-up which saw Pinnell, Mark Cadbury and Cocko at 9, 10 Jack preferring to chill in the deckchairs following the weekly fortunes of Crouchie who finds it far easier to score in dingy nightclubs than on the pitch for Spurs!

Ed Alexander characteristically got the innings going with a pick-up six over square leg before perishing attempting another maximum. Lunty joined debutant Guy Ritchie (no, not that one) and the pair compiled an entertaining stand of 85 to take us to the brink. Guy played almost exclusively off the back foot, but with the mother of all Newbery bats in his hand, anything that found the gaps yielded runs aplenty. Giles on the other hand, all fast hands and front foot, smacked a delicious brace of sixes into the avenue and another flat and straight up the hill.

Ritchie was caught in the deep for an excellent 35 that included 5 fours and a flicked six over mid-wicket and capped a pleasing debut. Giles was in full flow, but restrained himself to give Harry Cadbury an over or two at the crease before bringing up his half-century; fittingly, Harry hit the winning run and remained two not out much to the delight of his watching Mum, Lindsay, who can be rightly proud of her brood’s compelling performances.

No spit and no sawdust, but just a delightful gathering on the lawn where both teams mingled and giggled while guzzling foaming jugs of ale. Despite the easy win, this is the real thrill; watching the kids run amok, pestering parents for more pop and pizzas, while the players swap stories and anecdotes as a blazing sun dips behind the trees.

As ever, Babington captures the true essence of the game and it is wonderful to witness so many players from differing backgrounds and generations enjoying our very own take on country house cricket. We do remain unbeaten this year, but that really isn’t the point; seeing the progression of the Cadbury boy’s et al and the smiling faces of our very own barmy-army relaxing in the shadows of the swaying tress truly is.

The Star Inn, Bath - 101 All Out
Babington House - 102 - 2

Babington House Won by 8 Wickets

Man of the Match - Rory Cadbury 2 for 13 off 5 overs.
Champagne Moment - Giles Lunt's catch at gully off Chandler's increasingly devastating 'pies'.

Monday 9 August 2010

BHCC v Catch 22 - 8th August 2010 - Match Report

Much to be cheery about after Babington maintained their unbeaten run with a comprehensive 99 run victory over a competitive Catch 22 eleven. There was something of an ‘end of season’ feel to the atmosphere even though we are only in early-August; the bean field has been shorn of its crop, the lawns were almost deserted of guests and a slight breeze whispered Autumn.

Catch 22 arrived intent on beating us as they did last year in that infamous match, but our proud record is being stoutly defended as we enter the season’s home straight. With Mark Cadbury on his best behaviour, Matthew Ellis at his most determined and Andrew Pinnell thrilled to be back on familiar territory after the previous day’s League outing with Heytesbury, we had enough alpha males on parade to add steel to a young side.

It was a joy to include Jack & Harry Cadbury, Chester Ellis, plus Ed and Lawrence Alexander in the team also bolstered by the formidable Mark Coxon-Tenty; wild cards Mike (Mr.) Midgeley and Grant Chandler completed a stellar line-up hell bent on attacking cricket.

Batting first on one of Clive’s feather-beds, we were soon into our stride; Midgeley driving with merry gusto and Cadbury at his most pugnacious. The pair added 23 before Midgeley missed a straight-one for 12 scored exclusively in boundaries. Jack (named after a certain knighted Mr. Hobbs) joined his father whose increasingly sagging man-boobs suggest he is appropriately named after a well-known chocolate brand!

Insults aside (and I can hear the repost already – something about swallowing a rugby ball I imagine!!!), the pair batted delightfully; Mark spanked a full toss through the covers with particular aplomb as Jack preferred the on-side with gentle pushes and nudges. Both beautifully correct in technique, met anything straight with the makers-name and dispatched the loose stuff with elegance. The fifty came up in the fourteenth over only for Jack to be knocked over by a sharp leggie in Wright’s first over.

Chester Ellis too showed why this new generation promise so much under their lids; unflustered and confident, Chester was calmness personified during his 26 ball innings and it was no disgrace to be caught off Clargo’s concoction of flippers and chinamen. Ed Alexander brought impetus to the innings and soon had Cadbury’s face turning the same vibrant shade of pink as his bat handle with some quick singles. Bugger this thought the old confectioner as he danced down the wicket and smacked a monstrous six high into the swaying mid-off branches; a delicious stroke that even distracted those in the deckchairs absorbed by Crouchie’s expose in the News of the Screws.

A hundred on the board at twenty overs and drinks were perhaps enough to distract Cadbury who soon lost his timbers for a classy 62. The stage was set for Cocko to add to his 200+ Babington average, but the big fella fluffed his lines skying to mid-wicket. Matt Ellis began with stubborn defence, but soon picked up the pace with some lovely swivels through mid-wicket and one boom boom drive straight over the bowlers head that actually landed on the white line. A puff of chalk was more reminiscent of Wimbledon and strangely appropriate as Mrs. Ellis had only just finished playing tennis on the adjacent courts determined to become a size 6 before the imminent family hols!

Ed Alexander fell to another skier for an exceptionally well-made 43 and brother Lawrence, making his debut, smacked a rapid 28 adding an impregnable 90 for the last wicket with a now blowing Ellis who would surely benefit from taking a leaf out of his Misses’ book. An imposing 234 for 6 was due to exceptional batting throughout and praise must be given to a persevering Catch 22 attack that never wavered and ‘stuck at it’ admirably.

The Babington tea’s this year have become something of folklore and we all gorged on another sumptuous spread on the front lawn. Cocko and Chandler tucked no doubt thinking that they would not have to bowl, but Pinnell had other ideas. Both tipping the scales at 16 stone plus, the two heavyweights bowled their contrasting styles up the hill and it was not long before the hole on the popping crease resembled a mine shaft! At the Wigzell-end, things were somewhat more serene as Chester bowled five impressive overs dismissing both openers to catches from Cocko and Dad respectively.

Grant Chandler, who has not bowled properly for a decade until the last few weeks, is getting the hang of it again and his miasma of leg-breaks, offies' and seamers beguiled all the batsmen. Eight excellent overs tempted and teased much like the teenage escort that snared poor Crouchie no doubt, and Alexander gave him his prize with a sharp stumping to get rid of Parker. Jack Cadbury has the most classic of actions with a cocked wrist and dead-straight run-up; his high action adds real pace and bounce to his armoury and one can see a genuine quickie in the making. Six overs for 24 was a splendid effort and it was a superb to stand at slip and watch the ball cut this way and that off the seam.

Quentin Ready, a thoroughbred bat, was entrenched at the crease and hitting the ball hard into the ‘V’ while finding stubborn support from Clargo and Lee Dredge. We kept attacking and Cocko’s first few overs carried real pace and menace resulting in a stunning catch by Matt Ellis nimbly judging a powerful blow from Dredge. As the impact of the scones took hold and Cocko’s pace slowed dramatically, his accuracy improved and he cleaned up the middle-order leaving Reidy cruelly exposed. With Cocko on his last legs, he bagged a deserved ‘five-for’ with the last ball of an entertaining seven over stint that nearly killed him.

It was just left to the returning Jack Cadbury to catch Reidy off his own bowling for a valiant 64 and his old man to bowl MacDonald to wrap up the visitors innings for 135. The winning margin does not do justice to Catch 22 who provided great opposition and it was perhaps the fielding that made the real difference; the youngsters run around like terriers and we have barely dropped a catch all season.
It was a splendid performance built on an enviable spirit that continues to propel the club forward no matter who is in the actual team.

A special mention to Lawrence Alexander for a great debut, to Nicola Player for the neatest of scorebooks and to Vince Parker for getting the opposition team together.

As for the Champagne moment, not really much to do with cricket, but more to do with life. Mike Midgeley, fielding at gully made a great tumbling stop only for Mark Cadbury to comment, “small earthquake at Babington”. Of course we chuckled, but Mr. Midgeley said nothing preferring to wait his moment. Sure enough, in the dying overs, Cadbury dived to the ground at mid-on to field a certain four and Mike, with impeccable timing quipped, “tsunami in Australia”. Perhaps a touch lost in translation, but Mr. Midgeley deserves a magnum for both his wit and his timing. The moral is.... He who laughs last...

Babington House - 234 for 6.
Catch 22 - 135 All Out
Babington House Won by 99 Runs.

Man of the Match - Matt Ellis for 43no, two great catches and an attitude to die for.
Champagne Moment - Mike Midgeley's razor-edged repost to Mr. Cadbury!!!

Sunday 1 August 2010

Babington House Sixes Tournament - 2010

Participating Teams Captained by:
David Horler, Andrew Pinnell, Ed Weale, Nick Sinfield & James MacKenzie.
Winners - David Horler's Team.
Runners Up - Andrew Pinnell's Team.
Player of the Day - James Callow from Team Horler.
Champagne Moment - Richard Buxton for an amazing one-handed catch on the boundary.
Longest Six - Andrew Pinnell's slog over long-on.

David Horler's victorious team who beat Andrew Pinnell's mob in an enthralling if somewhat low-scoring final. A wonderful effort by David's eclectic six who recovered from a slow start to take the trophy in fine style.

Grant Chandler and Andrew Trollope looking suspiciously like they should be in some low-budget gangster movie. Both played for Pinnell's team who ultimately lost in the final despite winning all four 'round robin' matches.























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