Game 2 in the festival was on Wednesday, this time against the Western Province Cricket Club, founded in 1864. The boys made 192; Gibbo retired on 35 (a game rule of GO cricket is to retire at 35 so that everyone gets a chance to bat. If you run out of players the retirees can go back in).
Gibbo and Wayne, looking for catches.
There's that crowd again; a faithful band of supporters.
We girls got excited up on the balcony when the news finally came through from home that Lincoln James was born safe and well; we wet the baby's head while the boys shook theirs in disbelief when they looked up and realised what we were doing.
First baby photos.
Telling funny cricket stories.
Medium slow bowling off a long run up of 6 paces; as the day wears on the number of paces reduces.
Wicket No 1 - a catch by John.
Wicket No 2 - and LBW.
The fastest thing on the field all day was this fluffy dog that raced in from the dog park next door. He wanted to play too.
Not sure what's going on here - anticipating the next wicket perhaps? Practicing the appeal? Acknowledging the adoration of the champagne sipping crowd on the balcony?
Not content with the pace of the game, another dog got involved; he stole the ball and wouldn't give it back.
After several minutes spent chasing him down, the ball was retrieved and play resumed.
Catch No 2 (I missed Catch No 1).
Photo by Cat F.
Hey Wayne - I caught it!
The girls were pleased!
A welcome victory. Finally.
Gibbo and Wayne dissecting the game - I can't believe you caught them: Nor can I!!!! All is forgiven. Hmm; these hands; perhaps I should insure them? Settle down.
Saluting the supporters? Or celebrating the win?
Honouring the field. Again.
Still celebrating the win and a personal tally of 35 runs, 2 wickets and 2 catches.
Winners are grinners; still celebrating the win.
Another late night spent sitting on the bus, this waiting for Julian. We don't know Julian either. Apparently he's a team-mate of Frank's.
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