Back in the '80s we played a game between our section at work and a military mapping department in Feltham (south London). It was due to start at 2pm but our team was still in the pub at 2pm. They sent a scouting party to get us and finally managed to get us there for the start 45 minutes late. We bowled first and when the first wicket fell the entire team ran off to the loos to empty our bursting bladders. This was repeated at the fall of every wicket amidst gales of laughterā¦most of us were smashed.
We got them out for about 130 and knocked off the runs with a couple of overs to spare. How we did it I have no ideaā¦best game I ever played in. We were never invited again.
We had a tour squad of 24 with 14 players on a coach, stayed in a village in Exmoor got trashed.
Moved down to Sidmouth got trashed.
Went for early lunch. Got trashed
Arrived at pub by ground, carried on drinking.
Skipper lined us up one side of the car park. ā1st 10 to get to the other side are playingā
We went out to field with 9 players for the 1st over. The last 2 needed help from our scorer to change.
Opening bowler fell over in his run up. Was carried off the pitch.
Strangely, we lost
Match was at Ottery St Mary home if one of the better fiverweb old timers
Capitalism red in tooth and claw. FFS, doesnāt this sum up just how low the world has sunk? Half the world starving and living on a dollar a day, and some American tart who happened to have been born with the genes that gave her big tits, and is more than happy to get them out for the lads, live on TV, makes 3.8 mill for doing so in a few hours. Call me a silly old luddite but fuck me, shouldnāt we as civilized people be shuffling our feet and hanging our heads in shameful embarrassment? God help us.