After our visit to Table Mountain we caught the game bus to Claremont Cricket Club where the mandatory inspection of the pitch took place. This ritual occurs before the start of each game; it is taken very seriously. There are no keys involved.
Electronic scoreboard!
Limbering up – this is not our team; these are some of the Gents from Claremont. Most of our boys can’t touch their toes. Some can’t even see them.
This isn't us either.
This is one of us. Trim, taught and terrific. A finely tuned machine, highly skilled in all aspects of the game.
Discussing tactics.
The Little Master.
Slashing.
Running!!
A fatal error.
Pavilion bound.
Refreshments.
More Rules.
The crowd still going wild.
Oops.
In similar vein to the fines handed out at the warm up game the Gents chose 3 players as candidates to wear the Dick of the Day wig, presented for on field indiscretions. All the players voted and M won (or lost, depending on how you view it). This is as close as Gibbo wants to get to being Dick of the Day.
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