A Taste Of Gowl

Talented cameraman Neale Adams took some great photos during our game against the unfortunately named Gowl CC yesterday.

Here are a couple to whet your appetite…

Debutant Minnie Haddow-Allen (credit to Neale for thinking that one up!)

McDonalds Super Sized

Enjoy the rest here!  The game itself ended in a predictable draw, the Gowlers setting a large 250-odd in 35 overs, which Sam valiantly tried to chase down.  We shut up shop (or tried to!) after he was run out for 46 following a mix up with Tarquin. At close Stanners were 9 down.

Allstars get off to a winning start

The Urn Field, Guildford, Sunday 27 May 2012.  St Anne’s Allstars (159-6) beat Sanford (155) by 4 wickets.
 
Match report by Neale Adams

As the country basked in temperatures of 25 degrees plus, a team of fit and raring to go Allstars took to the field against Sanford in Guildford. Having won the toss, Sanford were put into bat.

Haroon Khalid – or Colin as Sanford initially preferred to call him – and Nick Chadwick were the opening bowling attack for the Allstars and did a brilliant job of keeping the opposition run rate very low. The winter break did little to stifle Chadders, whose opening ball was a beautiful inswinging yorker that zeroed in on the stumps despatching the batsman back to the pavilion for one. The pair would have had more wickets had a few more balls stuck in the hands of the fielders.

The bowling changed to TG and Tristan, with TG striking first with a ball that was caught behind, and then onto Venay Jethwa and Vivek Seth. TG’s wicket was the last wicket for a period as, frustrating as it was for the Allstars bowlers and fielders who were doing a good job, the batsman dug in and slowly took their tally upward. It was only when Tristan came back on for a second spell did things liven up again, as he took two wickets (one bowled, the other caught behind) in as many balls. The fear of having to buy the beers obviously affected his third attempt. But it was the spark the team needed.

Haroon and Chadders re-entered the fray and as Chadders had opened his account with a wicket on his first ball, so he closed it with another on his last ball. A fine catch by Tristan took the scalp of the Sanford opener Alex Forbes who had knocked up a healthy 65 for the opposition.

Now it was the turn of Venay and TG who both returned to bowl. Venay dismissed Sanford’s second highest scorer, left-hander John Morley for 36 and TG completed a great day’s bowling by taking the last three wickets for one run – two balls caught behind and the other splitting the stumps leaving Sanford on 155 all out in 39 overs.

There were some great efforts by many Allstars in the field, but Martyn Langridge must be Mentioned in Despatches for his panther-like skills that stopped many a ball (some hit at full force) from leaving the infield and keeping the opposition runs down.

The Allstars bowling figures totalled: TG 4/30, Tristan 3/18, Chadders 2/17 and Venay 1/25.
 
After a fine tea, Tristan and Dave Halladay opened for the Allstars and set about their business with some fine stoke play and diligence, more than exceeding the four an over run-rate required. The pair took the Allstars score past the 50 mark with ease creating a firm foundation for those who followed.  The partnership had reached 78 at a run a ball before Dave was caught for a well-made 23.

Neale Adams went out to help Tristan – if only for an over and to hit a four – and then return to the pavilion after being bowled out. But like Tesco…every little helps. It must be noted at this stage that Tristan – who had knocked well past the 50 mark in the evening sun – stated ‘Sod this. I’m not running any more three’s’. Fair play.

Next up was Andy Reid who helped to steady the ship with 12, followed by Garreth Duncan who, despite murmurings on the boundary of ‘Boycott is quicker at getting runs’, quickly proved his critics wrong with some solid shots and good stroke play. At first count it was thought Garreth had knocked up a new personal best of 20, only to be robbed in the recount that confirmed the tally of 16. A good knock all the same, helped by some pre-season net practice down in Shedfield I am told.

Tristan meanwhile reached a brilliant 76 before being caught. TG followed in the Tesco way of cricket – a quick four and then back home.

It was left to Venay and Haroon – who was brandishing a spanky new GM bat – to take the Allstars over the finishing line, which they did in style. Venay was very keen to close the match and had two attempts, before a fine cover drive connected with the ball sending it over the boundary to leave the Allstars on 159 for six in 34 overs.

A great victory in fine weather that was a marked improvement over the 2011 match against the same opposition who then bowled the Allstars out for 142 (Dave Halladay – 51, Tristan – a golden duck), and only lost three wickets (two taken by Vivek and one by Haroon) before reaching 143.

It has to be said that this year, despite TG’s superb bowling figures, Tristan was most definitely Man of the Match for his all round performance with the bat and ball.

Keep up the good work.

2012 fixtures

We can today unveil the full fixture list for the 2012 season.

Each fixture will be organised by a different match-manager, but I will look after the core recruitment centrally. So if you know now that you can make any of these specific matches, then let me know, by e-mailing maxie@maxieallen.com

Saturday 5th May v Rain Men (Barnes)

Sunday 27th May v Sanford (Guildford)

Sunday 17th June v Heartaches (TBC)

Sunday 24th June v Quokkas (Mill Hill)

Sunday 1st July v Village (Oxford)

Sunday 8th July v Dorking Dads Army (Box Hill)

Sunday 15th July v Salix (Harlington)

Sunday 29th July v Chigwell and Hainault Synagogue CC (Chigwell)

Sunday 5th August v Gents (Minley – Surrey/Hants border)

Friday 24th – Monday 27th August Northumberland tour

Sunday 2nd September v New Barbarian Weasels (Chiswick)

Sunday 9th September v Weekenders (Mill Hill)

Sunday 16th September v Mighty Wanderers (TBC)

Saturday 22nd September v Baker Street Irregulars (Barnes)

MHA

2011 Awards Dinner

This year’s end of season dinner will take place on Saturday 26th November, from 7.30pm.

The venue is the function room of the Blue Posts pub, Kingly Street, near Oxford Circus, W1B 5PX.

For those of you new to the club (or have been guest players this year), the purpose of the evening is to celebrate the past season, and to present awards to the five Allstars of the Year. It would be great to see as many of you there as possible, and the invitation is extended to everyone involved with the Allstars, however few or many matches you’ve played this summer, as well as to guest players and other friends of the club. Partners are warmly invited, too.

There will be a buffet supper, which will be £10 a head.

Please could you let email Maxie to let him know, either way, whether you can attend. I will need fairly precise numbers for ordering the buffet. 

Please also email Maxie with your nominations for Allstars of the Year. The criteria for the award are very broad – and can include either specific or across-the-season performances, as well as off-field contributions.

We look forward to seeing you on 26th November!

[There is also a facebook page for this event!]

Corfu tour – champagne moments

Rocket’s four Richard Stephenson is not best known for the flamboyancy of his batting. So picture the reaction when, during Saturday’s match, he executed the most perfect pull shot imaginable. Struck hard and true, the ball sailed off the middle of Rocket’s bat and all the way to the boundary. Cue uproar.
 
My pads I don’t enjoy a reputation for effortless running between the wickets, and an incident on Sunday only served to enhance my notoriety. I had decided to ignore the warnings about a particular pair of pads, one of which had lost its middle buckle – leaving only two straps – and wear them anyway.


Out in the middle, as soon as I first attempted a run, the perilously fragile nature of my protective equipment became all too apparent. Within a few feet, the top strap on my right pad gave way; it was now joined to my leg only by the ankle. Which made running rather tricky. As luck would have it – thanks to Paul Nicol’s shot – we ended up running a three.

The wides The Greeks are a fastidious lot, it seems, on the cricket field. On Sunday the local umpire applied Corfu league playing conditions, which meant that anything down the leg side was called wide – and there was little margin for error on the off-side either.

You don’t need to have played much Allstars cricket to envisage the likely consequence of such a draconian regime. We bowled no fewer than fifty eight wides – the equivalent of nearly twelve extra overs.

 

 
Other highlights included our collective incompetence on the stepping stones, and Devers and me (not the lightest possible combination) getting stuck on the Crazy River.

 

Steve’s sixes So you’re on holiday in Corfu, and take a stroll down to the Esplanade – the town’s central square, which is lined with pavement cafes. You’d expect to sip a Retsina, nibble on some moussaka, and watch the world go by, against the spectacular backdrop of the Venetian fortress and coastline. But what you probably wouldn’t foresee is having a cricket ball whistle past your nose.

That was indeed the unfortunate experience for Saturday’s bemused, and terrified holidaymakers, because the venue is also the supremely unlikely location for a cricket field. It’s thought to be the world’s only working sports facility within a UNESCO heritage site. In fact, Corfu has a rich and extensive cricketing culture, dating back to the 1820s, and British colonial occupation.

The cause of the spectator bombardment was our own Steve Harty, who peppered the perimeter eateries with his massive sixes through midwicket. But his innings was far more than bludgeoning – combining classical elegance with a purity of stroke and acute judgment. Steve played superbly both days, but his Saturday century, in particular, was an absolute peach – as good as anything I’ve ever witnessed in Allstars cricket.

The restaurant On Friday, TG opted out of the water park, and while nosing around the town, spotted a convivial outdoor taverna which seemed perfect for dinner that night. He duly booked it, and a pleasant evening was then enjoyed by all. Highlights included the halloumi, and a sparkler-bedecked cake to celebrate Tarka’s fortieth birthday.

Next day, we pondered over the choice of restaurant for Saturday’s gala dinner. Alexander Louvros, our host and guide, kindly offered to select and book a venue for us – and because the route to it from our hotel was rather complex to describe, volunteered to meet us in advance to lead the way.

There then ensued a lengthy and meandering walk through the nooks and crannies of Corfu old town, twisting and turning along passageways and alleys, until at last we arrived…at exactly the same restaurant we’d been to the previous evening.

The presentations After each match we presented the opposition captain with a signed miniature bat and tour shirt, as tokens of our appreciation. Our representatives, James A and Tarka, also made a speech. Unfortunately, neither of the Greek captains could speak English, and their baffled facial expressions suggested they had no idea what on earth we were doing or talking about. On Saturday, Tarka poured a water bottle over Garreth’s head during the shirt-swap. The Corfu skipper presumably thought this was part of the ceremony – rather like a baptism.


Garreth’s belongings The piece de resistance. During the coach journey back to the airport for the trip home, it emerged that Garreth had left his passport behind at the hotel. Fortunately, the maid had already serviced the room, found the document, and handed it to Tarka as he left reception.

At the airport, we all gathered our suitcases and prepared to enter the departures hall, except for Garreth – who stood alone at the rear of the coach, mournfully shaking his head. He’d also forgotten his luggage.

“I know exactly where it is”, Garreth twice insisted. Which rather begged the question – if he knew where it was, why didn’t he bring it with him? Luckily, he had at least remembered to get dressed.


Maxie Allen