Always a joy to receive contributions and feedback to the Lions Roar and as 2009 fades into the past we bring this piece for all Lions and lovers of Lions from Panasonic - uncut and raw - over to the young fellow.
Welcome to the festive season! How quickly the year has come and gone, with many memories, highlights and for some, a few downtimes too.
The pre-season was long, hard and tough work but for many, very beneficial. This can be seen in the transformation of Kyle Humphrey’s, who arrived at Fitzroy Doncaster a very large, country man. Now he has lost 18kg, looks like a tall, country kid who has posted 408 runs with a highest score of 111 including 3 half centuries along the way.
Pre-season had come and gone; anxiousness and excitement were the words to describe player’s feelings for the teams to be read out for round 1. Some happy, some disappointed with where they were allocated. Geelong was conquered, Mash was not too bad, Duckworth made his debut and the Lions sang the song for the first time in 09/10.
Tim Sheehan on fire after rounds 1 and 2, Bremner became ‘Rocky’ after a run in with Hutchison, Robbo hit a hundred in his first 2nd XI match for the year, Sherriff asked coach and captain if it was a joke for selecting him in the First XI to make his debut against Richmond, Dickson made a double ton against Camberwell, only to be upstaged by Porter’s record breaker for the Kangaroos, Maxwell made a scrappy century and took 5 wickets while Sherriff was still searching for his 2 consecutive sixes hit off him in the Jack Dyer Grandstand.
By now, all new players have settled in really well into the club atmosphere, a few additional players have made their way onto the list, without managing to play a game yet.
The birth of Man Well in Traralgon, who has left his mark on many places and broken many hearts.
Marvin Almatrah arrived around the same time Houssam broke his nose in a fielding accident.
Nat Dickson came down to the club around the same time as Nat Vardi followed, stalked and analysed Peter Dickson’s every movement.
Just to make everything clear, these players are not made up nor are they fake, they have real Facebook accounts, add them!
After a few hiccups through the middle part of pre-Christmas fixture, the Lions look to be back on track in all elevens. We look to build on post-Christmas and make finals in most XI’s, with no intention of making up the numbers.
From everyone at Fitzroy Doncaster CC, we wish you a very Merry Christmas and a HAPPY New Year.
Go Lions
Matthew Bremner
Panasonic
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Round 10 v Hawks - Whitewash & Bonus Points (4-0)
Tis the last Friday before Santa time. Another name for this day is "Take Out The Day" given profile in West Wing, Series 1, Episode 13. Any Friday before a major holiday is a dumping ground for every possible negative or critical issue that may draw attention from the media. The logic being that as attention would be elsewhere and resources reduced, send it out the door stamped do not return and it would probably not be noticed. Our own local state governing body are in so many ways a replicant, not the original Blade Runner type - more of a droog element, that predictably they take their cues. "Offensive Bonuses" gets some oxygen as we shake our collective heads.
Purpose of this, just that spending a week indoors on medication allows the senses to wander down every burrow hole for amusement. Seriously need to get outdoors soon as dream time has contained regular theory analysis to unleash further the Furious weapon in cricketing combat. Another term, going stir crazy with this pig like affliction. Sheesh we are rambling now, off to the cricket.
The Hawk have had to overcome some self inflicted wounds over recent seasons but arrive at this juncture with a better record than some predicted at the season start. Be wary, very wary of these games, especially the one day format as fortune can swing alarmingly and seemingly without logic.
The 2nd XI with the opposition at 0/70 in the 12th over felt that was the case as a series of bowling changes ensued with Hussler now on two legs delivering a hand full of maidens to sort the corrective order. The Badge strolled back into town to pick up another trio, just show me the stumps and let me loose. Bang, bang, bang - off you go son, the Badge has it under control, a single pole left for Flegwart. Lose some early batting poles until Flegwart is able to show his upper order the value of hitting the ball in the middle, makes things much easier. Little Guus jumps on board as a willing passenger, each grab a half ton and game is done as it should have been - bonus point, dusted.
At the main planetarium, observing from the infectious diseases infirmary (apologies to all who approached over the course of the day and were hastily warned off, with pleasantness), Skipper Dick had the entree cutlery out to dine on the first course of bog average medium pacers. As another total of substance beckoned, out caught slashing for 49 in even time. Task for the score today in the hands of Max1 and Gas Box, bth displaying general good sense and hard running to control momentum. Some final touches of slather and whack by Dyno Bells pushes upwards of 280. Under 100 runs came from boundaries, the majority came from old school hard running, the type of ingredient appreciated by the chefs in the kitchen.
Catch spilt off Furious early before inroads are made by Skipper Dick and Moose. Max1 brings out a few tricks to destroy the middle and the Exotic Mauritian nips in with a pair of stumpings from the quicks - the not out with the stick was noticed as well, good job.
Lower planetarium, Lions bowlers trapped in a sports warp elsewhere with little ability to control the ball. Could be forgiven that we were watching lawn bowls and waiting for the bias on the ball to bring it back into play. The three stumps are normally always in the same place, Xmas gifts of a compass due for Pirate, Tomahawk and Little Man. Not the modern Tom Tom version either, six stitches flung in an accurate manner. Wrist specialist Desperate snaffles a pair with a tidy spell, the promise seems genuinely on the improve.
Chase progressing although mild concern sets in when each of the top order decide that anet equivalent is enough for the day, target still nearly a hundred beyond. Flash Jack and Colonel Sando, notable recently as a regular pair doing the extra leg work before training, spend some quality time in the middle together. A combination of chaotic and measured methods, the outcome effective as Colonel gets to walk off unbeaten with the points.
The DKP squad yet again had a beginning of promise, VaultPole gaining another 40 with Joyce protege TW getting the high score of 62 - glad that reasonable scores are becoming regular now. Monster enjoys an unfinished dance at the end and with the String push the total to 213, seemingly enough. The left arm wrist spin - Man New - starts the rot after which Ffffffffman resumes an afternoon cricket career with a double and a pair of catches. Obi Wan frisky around the ring, hands improving each week and the Monster extinguishes any flicker of hope with a treble. Points and bonus dusted, the DKP squad are as Ali G would stay "innit".
Purpose of this, just that spending a week indoors on medication allows the senses to wander down every burrow hole for amusement. Seriously need to get outdoors soon as dream time has contained regular theory analysis to unleash further the Furious weapon in cricketing combat. Another term, going stir crazy with this pig like affliction. Sheesh we are rambling now, off to the cricket.
The Hawk have had to overcome some self inflicted wounds over recent seasons but arrive at this juncture with a better record than some predicted at the season start. Be wary, very wary of these games, especially the one day format as fortune can swing alarmingly and seemingly without logic.
The 2nd XI with the opposition at 0/70 in the 12th over felt that was the case as a series of bowling changes ensued with Hussler now on two legs delivering a hand full of maidens to sort the corrective order. The Badge strolled back into town to pick up another trio, just show me the stumps and let me loose. Bang, bang, bang - off you go son, the Badge has it under control, a single pole left for Flegwart. Lose some early batting poles until Flegwart is able to show his upper order the value of hitting the ball in the middle, makes things much easier. Little Guus jumps on board as a willing passenger, each grab a half ton and game is done as it should have been - bonus point, dusted.
At the main planetarium, observing from the infectious diseases infirmary (apologies to all who approached over the course of the day and were hastily warned off, with pleasantness), Skipper Dick had the entree cutlery out to dine on the first course of bog average medium pacers. As another total of substance beckoned, out caught slashing for 49 in even time. Task for the score today in the hands of Max1 and Gas Box, bth displaying general good sense and hard running to control momentum. Some final touches of slather and whack by Dyno Bells pushes upwards of 280. Under 100 runs came from boundaries, the majority came from old school hard running, the type of ingredient appreciated by the chefs in the kitchen.
Catch spilt off Furious early before inroads are made by Skipper Dick and Moose. Max1 brings out a few tricks to destroy the middle and the Exotic Mauritian nips in with a pair of stumpings from the quicks - the not out with the stick was noticed as well, good job.
Lower planetarium, Lions bowlers trapped in a sports warp elsewhere with little ability to control the ball. Could be forgiven that we were watching lawn bowls and waiting for the bias on the ball to bring it back into play. The three stumps are normally always in the same place, Xmas gifts of a compass due for Pirate, Tomahawk and Little Man. Not the modern Tom Tom version either, six stitches flung in an accurate manner. Wrist specialist Desperate snaffles a pair with a tidy spell, the promise seems genuinely on the improve.
Chase progressing although mild concern sets in when each of the top order decide that anet equivalent is enough for the day, target still nearly a hundred beyond. Flash Jack and Colonel Sando, notable recently as a regular pair doing the extra leg work before training, spend some quality time in the middle together. A combination of chaotic and measured methods, the outcome effective as Colonel gets to walk off unbeaten with the points.
The DKP squad yet again had a beginning of promise, VaultPole gaining another 40 with Joyce protege TW getting the high score of 62 - glad that reasonable scores are becoming regular now. Monster enjoys an unfinished dance at the end and with the String push the total to 213, seemingly enough. The left arm wrist spin - Man New - starts the rot after which Ffffffffman resumes an afternoon cricket career with a double and a pair of catches. Obi Wan frisky around the ring, hands improving each week and the Monster extinguishes any flicker of hope with a treble. Points and bonus dusted, the DKP squad are as Ali G would stay "innit".
Friday, December 18, 2009
Injury & Illness - Impact Outcome Is Ours
We arrive at the start of preparing for Round 10, one that in the season past was cathartic, exposing and warranted - almost a rebirth, as the Lions shredded the Swans beyond recognition in a 4-0 smashing with bonus points galore.
A different bird awaits this week - the Hawk, but in some ways not a lot of difference in their predicament when compared to the Swans. The Lions though are in a much stronger club position, hungry for another kill before the break and time allows for claws to be sharpened and jaws to be adjusted - Sarge style.
Illness with a swine variation have been detected within the correspondent giving cause to quarantine conditions to be abided by for the next five to seven days. No matter, a minor obstacle as this allows the structure to flow if all things are in place. Smash gets the call up, initally as part of the XII, but a pre match injury to Hodge allows him to claim a playing position in Newcastle with fondest wished of support from all now that it seems the light may not be illusory.
Skipper Dick whips the cubs into order, exhorting the importance of this immediate contest for future positioning. DKP conducts the exam for the younger levels, ensuring that knowledge has been properly installed to date. Salty Dog pulls all the strings in the background, keeping the lid firmly sealed, hunger levels aware and challenges to those in need.
No Name has the dreaded OP, gone for weeks at this rate - but such a charming man who will be required in full flow by Valentines Day. Bowlers have soreness in places where bowlers are supposed to be sore, the oncoming rest will be welcomed. Turf wickets in place for training and by all reports starting to feel like a proper club at this level, finally. Recent success for the club, ten wins from twelve games feed the buoyancy, Colonel Sando still bouncing around with the double excitement of school ending. Can he contain the mind to deliver another performance?
Rest well young warriors, lets take this last chance in 2009 to make a statement.
A different bird awaits this week - the Hawk, but in some ways not a lot of difference in their predicament when compared to the Swans. The Lions though are in a much stronger club position, hungry for another kill before the break and time allows for claws to be sharpened and jaws to be adjusted - Sarge style.
Illness with a swine variation have been detected within the correspondent giving cause to quarantine conditions to be abided by for the next five to seven days. No matter, a minor obstacle as this allows the structure to flow if all things are in place. Smash gets the call up, initally as part of the XII, but a pre match injury to Hodge allows him to claim a playing position in Newcastle with fondest wished of support from all now that it seems the light may not be illusory.
Skipper Dick whips the cubs into order, exhorting the importance of this immediate contest for future positioning. DKP conducts the exam for the younger levels, ensuring that knowledge has been properly installed to date. Salty Dog pulls all the strings in the background, keeping the lid firmly sealed, hunger levels aware and challenges to those in need.
No Name has the dreaded OP, gone for weeks at this rate - but such a charming man who will be required in full flow by Valentines Day. Bowlers have soreness in places where bowlers are supposed to be sore, the oncoming rest will be welcomed. Turf wickets in place for training and by all reports starting to feel like a proper club at this level, finally. Recent success for the club, ten wins from twelve games feed the buoyancy, Colonel Sando still bouncing around with the double excitement of school ending. Can he contain the mind to deliver another performance?
Rest well young warriors, lets take this last chance in 2009 to make a statement.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Round 9 v Magpies (Day 2) - 3 Wins + 1 Draw
Unusual to get a call from any of the Lions Leaders on match eve, especially after the sun had gone down. No dramas just a mild emergency of mirth with DKP reporting on a juvenile, promiscuous coupling at the Planet. Right in the middle of the Black Curator's finest patch. Without a care they duly removed themselves as DKP replaced the required covers.
Next morning.......................... It was definitely not a dream in some cricketing wonderland. The Lions were indeed defending a score of 3/449 - the sort of number rarely seen, experienced, witnessed, expected or planned for. So with the sleep rubbed from our eyes, warm up complete, muscles primed, fast bowlers ready to unload - what should probably happen. Exactly as one would have thought after giving plentiful time to consider. We basically bowled shite. That was it. Full cream, extra sugar, plenty of salt, full strength - shite.
Just before the lunch break Furious found his roar and hurtled in with venom from the top end to unleash a vicious bouncer that sat the imported professional fair on his arse, with interest and time to pause for thought. Interesting that from this point even though he batted for another three hours he only made just over fifty runs in that time following, some of them gifts to manage strike preferences. Anyhoo, the thunderbolt from Furious sparked the kindling as after the break he found the edge of the opposing skipper and things unfolded over the course of the day from there. Oh and also - Max1 took five wickets. Mag pie consumed, no sauce, done.
The taste of raw meat traversed across the galaxy to the Planet where the Badge had discovered that in senior turf cricket, bowling short, hostile deliveries is allowed. Hustle, grunt, release, bounce, thump, crunch - ooohhhh. Poles kept tumbling, Myo Kimbo just keeps taking them - becoming almost postmanlike - he delivers. And Fearsome, resuming his knowledge of what actually bowling a cricket ball feels like, extracts enough bounce and fizz to grap four. Mag pie consumed, whack.
One legged Hussler was firmly esconced in the land of determined application, feeding from the joy of having Junior Cat Shagger act as his run servant made even more enjoyable with the bubbly, comical Sando as his partner of substance. What a three way, mid pitch conversation this group would have had over the ensuing hours of match saving effort. Little Man and Flash Jack, both significantly lesser of hair than when the season started, whack a few around for dessert. Draw, no points either way but the result a good outcome as the Lions stay in the bunch at sixth.
DKP shrewdly decides to bat on, 222 just not quite enough - even Richie would agree in this situation. Jmai takes advantage and with the Monster they hammer every offering in a partnership unbroken on 98. DKP then calls time, Lions time, and releases Tomahawk from the cage. An early pole is granted and some crafty restructuring is needed as SOC damages a side from the after effect of questions in his dreams to Samantha Lane. Never mind. Desperate saunters in to grab the key wicket (again) and the Monster bags a double. The young cubs leave a few for DKP and Tomahawk to bring the long broom and hose into the cage and wash out the remnants. Oh and also - Jmai snaffled five catches. Points to Lions, song is sung with conviction and gusto.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle - the Lions sleep tonight. Good Night ManWell.
Next morning.......................... It was definitely not a dream in some cricketing wonderland. The Lions were indeed defending a score of 3/449 - the sort of number rarely seen, experienced, witnessed, expected or planned for. So with the sleep rubbed from our eyes, warm up complete, muscles primed, fast bowlers ready to unload - what should probably happen. Exactly as one would have thought after giving plentiful time to consider. We basically bowled shite. That was it. Full cream, extra sugar, plenty of salt, full strength - shite.
Just before the lunch break Furious found his roar and hurtled in with venom from the top end to unleash a vicious bouncer that sat the imported professional fair on his arse, with interest and time to pause for thought. Interesting that from this point even though he batted for another three hours he only made just over fifty runs in that time following, some of them gifts to manage strike preferences. Anyhoo, the thunderbolt from Furious sparked the kindling as after the break he found the edge of the opposing skipper and things unfolded over the course of the day from there. Oh and also - Max1 took five wickets. Mag pie consumed, no sauce, done.
The taste of raw meat traversed across the galaxy to the Planet where the Badge had discovered that in senior turf cricket, bowling short, hostile deliveries is allowed. Hustle, grunt, release, bounce, thump, crunch - ooohhhh. Poles kept tumbling, Myo Kimbo just keeps taking them - becoming almost postmanlike - he delivers. And Fearsome, resuming his knowledge of what actually bowling a cricket ball feels like, extracts enough bounce and fizz to grap four. Mag pie consumed, whack.
One legged Hussler was firmly esconced in the land of determined application, feeding from the joy of having Junior Cat Shagger act as his run servant made even more enjoyable with the bubbly, comical Sando as his partner of substance. What a three way, mid pitch conversation this group would have had over the ensuing hours of match saving effort. Little Man and Flash Jack, both significantly lesser of hair than when the season started, whack a few around for dessert. Draw, no points either way but the result a good outcome as the Lions stay in the bunch at sixth.
DKP shrewdly decides to bat on, 222 just not quite enough - even Richie would agree in this situation. Jmai takes advantage and with the Monster they hammer every offering in a partnership unbroken on 98. DKP then calls time, Lions time, and releases Tomahawk from the cage. An early pole is granted and some crafty restructuring is needed as SOC damages a side from the after effect of questions in his dreams to Samantha Lane. Never mind. Desperate saunters in to grab the key wicket (again) and the Monster bags a double. The young cubs leave a few for DKP and Tomahawk to bring the long broom and hose into the cage and wash out the remnants. Oh and also - Jmai snaffled five catches. Points to Lions, song is sung with conviction and gusto.
In the jungle, the mighty jungle - the Lions sleep tonight. Good Night ManWell.
Freshening Up For The Golden Lions
The tally of Tiger infidelities hits double figures, as the number in volume rises the quality in conquest diminishes. Slogan variations of the Nike classic reverberate around global cyberspace at sonic speed with the Tiger story filling the voracious belly left empty after the departed Jackson train ran out of magic puff.
Applying honored learnings from a true master - Bart Cummings, this had been the week scheduled for some freshening up. The Lions had delivered a string of results to have the course better understood after a period that was more reflective of Jessica Watson without quite hitting the "unseen" big boat. To be fair it was only bigger than an oval, a simple thing to miss - if not paying attention.
Tuesday leave was granted to all Lions to be used in a return visit to their home club or rest entirely with only the senior group required to attend. Perfect timing as the weather again made things problematic, but a session full of robust energy and spirit was enjoyed on the main planet surface that continues to astound with the smoothness of grass covering. Furious enjoying the chance to again demonstrate his laser like accuracy with the throwing arm, his time will come in a match to unleash this weapon.
Thursday was a complete gathering, the Golden Lions dinner following. Fffffffman was found, or maybe he found himself, emerging from the bunker blinking with nervous uncertainty. The resurrection given some impetus as he was required in isolation to eyeball the group and state his position. All appeared genuine and remorseful, remedy in place - results will be the evidence.
Sounding like a broken record, yet again weather washed out any net action so groups split into Fireman strengthening circuit indoors, Coaches erratic motion drills outdoors. Lane work to challenge balance of angles with the need to be clean with the ball, Mad Dog Ginger using his boxing body movement technique to advantage. Groups changed over and Skipper Dick took the bowlers in a game of Strip Stump, getting down to a rather daggy pair of grey jocks for the final delivery where Moose was unable to execute when being distracted by pasty skin. He is engaged now, saving the effort for non-mate special time where it is most warranted.
Golden Lions with several variations apart from host MC Mitch - Yum Cha dinner and female guest speaker in the expansive Samantha Lane. An unabashed fan is this correspondent of the Lane family having had the good fortune to meet her father - Tim, several times over the years due to a joint friendship in Gideon Haigh. Son of Chairman (SOC) had obviously been rehearsing in front of the mirror for several days as when question time came he unleashed an incessant barrage upon Ms Lane (all delivered with a honey like texture to his voice) completely knocking all others into submission from the start. Full house for the Golden Lions and a good idea to move this one to the Thursday slot for this time of the year as the awareness amongst the group enhances.
Smash to miss with first class duties allowing Resident Emo to return as an attacking option, No Name getting the chance to elevate again into the longer day. Heavy runs in the bank, another good weekend awaits the freshened Lions - roarrrrrr!!!!
Applying honored learnings from a true master - Bart Cummings, this had been the week scheduled for some freshening up. The Lions had delivered a string of results to have the course better understood after a period that was more reflective of Jessica Watson without quite hitting the "unseen" big boat. To be fair it was only bigger than an oval, a simple thing to miss - if not paying attention.
Tuesday leave was granted to all Lions to be used in a return visit to their home club or rest entirely with only the senior group required to attend. Perfect timing as the weather again made things problematic, but a session full of robust energy and spirit was enjoyed on the main planet surface that continues to astound with the smoothness of grass covering. Furious enjoying the chance to again demonstrate his laser like accuracy with the throwing arm, his time will come in a match to unleash this weapon.
Thursday was a complete gathering, the Golden Lions dinner following. Fffffffman was found, or maybe he found himself, emerging from the bunker blinking with nervous uncertainty. The resurrection given some impetus as he was required in isolation to eyeball the group and state his position. All appeared genuine and remorseful, remedy in place - results will be the evidence.
Sounding like a broken record, yet again weather washed out any net action so groups split into Fireman strengthening circuit indoors, Coaches erratic motion drills outdoors. Lane work to challenge balance of angles with the need to be clean with the ball, Mad Dog Ginger using his boxing body movement technique to advantage. Groups changed over and Skipper Dick took the bowlers in a game of Strip Stump, getting down to a rather daggy pair of grey jocks for the final delivery where Moose was unable to execute when being distracted by pasty skin. He is engaged now, saving the effort for non-mate special time where it is most warranted.
Golden Lions with several variations apart from host MC Mitch - Yum Cha dinner and female guest speaker in the expansive Samantha Lane. An unabashed fan is this correspondent of the Lane family having had the good fortune to meet her father - Tim, several times over the years due to a joint friendship in Gideon Haigh. Son of Chairman (SOC) had obviously been rehearsing in front of the mirror for several days as when question time came he unleashed an incessant barrage upon Ms Lane (all delivered with a honey like texture to his voice) completely knocking all others into submission from the start. Full house for the Golden Lions and a good idea to move this one to the Thursday slot for this time of the year as the awareness amongst the group enhances.
Smash to miss with first class duties allowing Resident Emo to return as an attacking option, No Name getting the chance to elevate again into the longer day. Heavy runs in the bank, another good weekend awaits the freshened Lions - roarrrrrr!!!!
T20 v Casey - A Day Trip To Cranbourne (4-0), The Birth Of ManWell
Hit the Eastlink express just before 9am on Sunday morning, clad in the finest maroon polyester that is desperate for a day of rest. Reasonable distance drive to Cranbourne for the last of the T20 preliminary games, wary of this opponent at the top end as their recent recovery does seem to be of substance.
Phone call to DKP en route to confirm Lions combatants and an update in that FFFFFFFman was still AWOL but not front page of the Herald Sun with any schoolies related complications.
Cranbourne is not really a long distance from Central Melbourne but new comers will be trapped by the endless sequence of traffic lights from the first shopping strip, fast food outlet until the true centre. Passing one of the McDonalds there at 9.40am, unable to fathom why the queue extends way beyond the car park into the feeding street for the drive thru section. At least 25 cars, for this time of the morning. A first hand demonstration of obesity complications 101 maybe?
The Badge bustles in hard for the start of the sixth over, into the wind mind you. Some early damage by Myo Kimbo with a clever run out, direct hit from his follow through and a tidy beginning by suprise packets Hussler and Panasonic with the new rock. The Badge decimates the Swans with six overall, three of them with stumps blasted - we have a genuine option emerging here. Tomahawk goes on a spree next door, 4 overs - 4 maidens - 2 wicket for zero runs. The numbers will remain on the permanent record but the quality of the opposition is a stain easily wiped without considerable effort. Coach in rooms next door has a series of emotional explosions, not happy at all this Jan! Victory with comfort to the Lions in both games.
The main events begin earlier than scheduled to the delight of many, the blazing sun adding extra colour to the leg tattoos of the home team female supporters enjoying the imbibing of rainbow colored beverages aplenty. The cult of Kebab is growing in volume, the Lions batting first and drawing a crowd but unable to be quenched as he is dismissed softly. Generously this gives captain Sweet Heat centre stage to bomb three over the fence with power, the end total of 180 being plenty.
The Swan is being strangled on their own difficult patch of new earth, maybe better for next week but for an exciting T20 showcase - not today. Pace off bowlers causing extreme problems with Dyno Bells and Max1 removing the local stars with little contribution except for dots consumed. The Exotic Mauritian snaffles four stumpings overall in yet another effort of improving genius, get the batting right and then we have a player.
Some early misgivings before Fearsome smashed a couple into and over the fence, Skipper Dick guiding the ship being unbeaten in the 40's, adding another level of substance to recent performances. Points in both to the Lions, a 4-0 away trip and the same overall result against the Swan as Round 10 in the previous season.
Moments of unknowing if the win has been enough to secure a spot in the finals, return home with not all results known and basic maths of net run rates suggest we may narrowly have missed. Curses to the inept performance against the Kangaroos but joy is the outcome as call received from Cricket Victoria headquarters that due to us keeping Casey to the lowest score, we have qualified. Another chance to play in a final and gain from experience, excellent. Now if we can only find FFFFFFFFFFman.
A small gathering of Lion Cubs travel further east for an overnight at Chez Fearsome in the middle of a thirteen acre paddock that despite the inane questions from Max1 still requires mowing. A rested Furious found it complicated to contain the random behaviours, shadows in Amex and No Name giving cheek but having the sense (or voyeuristic tendencies) to make video capture bites for later sober reference. Thankfully it ended with little pain, except for the post midnight birth of ManWell and the connecting Moose calls that brought no sympathy.
Phone call to DKP en route to confirm Lions combatants and an update in that FFFFFFFman was still AWOL but not front page of the Herald Sun with any schoolies related complications.
Cranbourne is not really a long distance from Central Melbourne but new comers will be trapped by the endless sequence of traffic lights from the first shopping strip, fast food outlet until the true centre. Passing one of the McDonalds there at 9.40am, unable to fathom why the queue extends way beyond the car park into the feeding street for the drive thru section. At least 25 cars, for this time of the morning. A first hand demonstration of obesity complications 101 maybe?
The Badge bustles in hard for the start of the sixth over, into the wind mind you. Some early damage by Myo Kimbo with a clever run out, direct hit from his follow through and a tidy beginning by suprise packets Hussler and Panasonic with the new rock. The Badge decimates the Swans with six overall, three of them with stumps blasted - we have a genuine option emerging here. Tomahawk goes on a spree next door, 4 overs - 4 maidens - 2 wicket for zero runs. The numbers will remain on the permanent record but the quality of the opposition is a stain easily wiped without considerable effort. Coach in rooms next door has a series of emotional explosions, not happy at all this Jan! Victory with comfort to the Lions in both games.
The main events begin earlier than scheduled to the delight of many, the blazing sun adding extra colour to the leg tattoos of the home team female supporters enjoying the imbibing of rainbow colored beverages aplenty. The cult of Kebab is growing in volume, the Lions batting first and drawing a crowd but unable to be quenched as he is dismissed softly. Generously this gives captain Sweet Heat centre stage to bomb three over the fence with power, the end total of 180 being plenty.
The Swan is being strangled on their own difficult patch of new earth, maybe better for next week but for an exciting T20 showcase - not today. Pace off bowlers causing extreme problems with Dyno Bells and Max1 removing the local stars with little contribution except for dots consumed. The Exotic Mauritian snaffles four stumpings overall in yet another effort of improving genius, get the batting right and then we have a player.
Some early misgivings before Fearsome smashed a couple into and over the fence, Skipper Dick guiding the ship being unbeaten in the 40's, adding another level of substance to recent performances. Points in both to the Lions, a 4-0 away trip and the same overall result against the Swan as Round 10 in the previous season.
Moments of unknowing if the win has been enough to secure a spot in the finals, return home with not all results known and basic maths of net run rates suggest we may narrowly have missed. Curses to the inept performance against the Kangaroos but joy is the outcome as call received from Cricket Victoria headquarters that due to us keeping Casey to the lowest score, we have qualified. Another chance to play in a final and gain from experience, excellent. Now if we can only find FFFFFFFFFFman.
A small gathering of Lion Cubs travel further east for an overnight at Chez Fearsome in the middle of a thirteen acre paddock that despite the inane questions from Max1 still requires mowing. A rested Furious found it complicated to contain the random behaviours, shadows in Amex and No Name giving cheek but having the sense (or voyeuristic tendencies) to make video capture bites for later sober reference. Thankfully it ended with little pain, except for the post midnight birth of ManWell and the connecting Moose calls that brought no sympathy.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Round 9 Lions v Magpies - The Runs Monster
The cultured elite is the new combatant, a return to perfect away conditions and a club with strong connections to the private education sector that have built a tremendous home facility at Camberwell. A far cry from the old Magpie days in Collingwood at Victoria Park - a time of Rose, Ryder, Bird, Laughlin and Vimpani.
A recent trip to Perth presented ample down time to revive a copy of "Rose Boys" written by Peter Rose about the Rose family featuring his father, the legendary Bob, the tragic life of his brother Robert and the limitless love from his mother. This book, from my own personal view, would have to be at the upper end of substance and quality for a family memoir of tribute. If Bob Rose (who Nathan Buckley possesses an uncanny resemblance) was of the modern era, his ability and persona would give sport and sacrifice greater meaning. Alas Robert, cut down in his prime on Valentines Day in 1974, we shall never know what could have been.
A recent trip to Perth presented ample down time to revive a copy of "Rose Boys" written by Peter Rose about the Rose family featuring his father, the legendary Bob, the tragic life of his brother Robert and the limitless love from his mother. This book, from my own personal view, would have to be at the upper end of substance and quality for a family memoir of tribute. If Bob Rose (who Nathan Buckley possesses an uncanny resemblance) was of the modern era, his ability and persona would give sport and sacrifice greater meaning. Alas Robert, cut down in his prime on Valentines Day in 1974, we shall never know what could have been.
Skipper Dick has been in a genuine patch of quality form for some time now, his last twenty innings for the club have consisted of four centuries, five scores of fifty and beyond plus another four scores in the forties. An overall total of just under 1100 runs and interspersed with this was a period during last season where due to a serious back injury he was unable to play consecutive games. The Magpies are one opponent where his record is not in the exceptional bracket so seems like a good reason to correct that part of the record.
The focus of recent weeks has been to correct the importance of batting the duration, not giving anything away, feel the 100 runs and collectively the Lions 300 drills. Skipper Dick emphatically made his mark with an imperious double century, 209 not out from 262 balls in 292 minutes. A performance of brilliance that will live in the minds of those present on both sides for seasons to come. The overall total of 3/449 declared (at 4.40pm as well) with contributions from Smash and Gas Box with Tom Tom just missing the gravy train was just shy of the all time club record.
The Runs Monster on this day though had an extra head, a little bit Hydra like, the extra head was that of Max1. Prior to the match was adjusted to number five in the order, but returned to number four after lunch to enter with the score at 2/217, a victim of lateness - drinks for all the penalty next week.
During the lunch break with the Cricket Show on in the background while scoffing a few roles, Max1 had one of those spontaneous moments where the mouth engages before proper thought is complete. The Cricket Show quiz was happening between S Clark and Haddin.
"Four cubed is equal to?" asked Simon O'Donnell
"Sixteen" blurted from Max1 oral zone, the eyes of blankness giving away the fact that little thought existed, just a response.
The Exotic Mauritian rolled his eyes, not unexpectedly, while Panasonic was still going through the available digits and checking that he heard the word "cubed" correctly, not in the meaning of a geometrical shape. Max1 realised the slight error and as is his style, moved on. The irony in this moment is that his century achieved before tea contained 16 boundaries, maybe a karmic connection, maybe not.
The century from about sixty balls was not anything unusual, nor was the base set from the first twenty balls being less than ten at that time with a mixture of solid defence and proper leaves. The sheer ferocity when unleashed that pushed the team score to 354 meant that the partnership achieved was 137 in 56 minutes and allowed Skipper Dick the time to completely regain control and pursue the double. Torch claimed the token pole before the end of play, leaving nine for next week.
Lions batting with purpose and conviction at the Planet, Little Guus continuing his form streak and Flegwart making another 50+ but with plenty left in the tank and a declaration just past 300. A visit via the Central outpost for the 3rd XI gave chance to connect with the travelling Kebab family, wonderful people who are justly proud of the path their son has taken this season. They were genuinely appreciative of his improving condition, something that initially worries parents from the country when the children move away. Unfortunately Lions were bowling here so not much of his improved skill was on show today but overall the Lions group are on track for 1200+ runs for the round - surely this is enough.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Post Dog - Smiles, Enthusiasm & Options
What a difference a brace of wins can make to the planet atmposphere that surrounds the Lions collectively. Continual weekends of activity do give challenge to the organisation, methods, process and conditioning - a few cracks starting to appear in some players but nothing too serious of yet.
Vardichin with toe crack being the only real complication, his competitiveness would be rather useful. Torch with back strain, Skipper Dick with soreness and Kebab with belly follicle regrowth all coping at this point and under the watchful eye of surgeon Jag. Some have suggested that a combination of the ultra sound and Jag liniment to the Kebab midriff, administered by members of the cult following would be an interesting spectacle.
And what is that we spy on the immediate horizon, apart from first day of the last two day game prior to the break, we also get a club day trip to Cranbourne in a T20 frenzy against the relocated Swan. An all bird weekend of Magpies and Swans, should taste better than the recent Dog if we get the recipe right.
Vardichin with toe crack being the only real complication, his competitiveness would be rather useful. Torch with back strain, Skipper Dick with soreness and Kebab with belly follicle regrowth all coping at this point and under the watchful eye of surgeon Jag. Some have suggested that a combination of the ultra sound and Jag liniment to the Kebab midriff, administered by members of the cult following would be an interesting spectacle.
And what is that we spy on the immediate horizon, apart from first day of the last two day game prior to the break, we also get a club day trip to Cranbourne in a T20 frenzy against the relocated Swan. An all bird weekend of Magpies and Swans, should taste better than the recent Dog if we get the recipe right.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Round 8 Lions v Dogs (3-0 + 1 Washout), Return To The Goodness
Part 1 - Day 1
Another Friday of inclement weather with the Lions falling asleep under a radar of uncertainty, weather patterns over recent days had covered all points of the compass with plenty of moisture to cause disruptions. Misty eyed I awake early from disrupted slumber full of insane visions involving being eaten alive by a gigantic tiger. Race downstairs and across the road for a caffeine injection to the soothing sounds of Miles Davis that sonically melt off the concrete walls, mind balance is restored.
The Black Curator forced to work the extra mile this morning, wicket at the Planet in fine condition but the surrounds need careful attention. Umpires receptive of the efforts ongoing and commit to starting on time, very happy as the possible disruption is contained. Win toss and bat with Tom Tom taking the lead role, or an impostor in the body of Tom Tom (maybe Tom Sonic, the new version) as he blasts to 46 in the first hour that is tragically cut short the over post drinks. Smash & Gas Box settle things to lunch with the word from Dog Land that moisture will not allow anything to happen until near lunch.
Resident Emo makes the effort during lunch break to complete testing work load of bowling, batting and running that proves resumption should be normal next week. Has battled hard with the emptiness of not being able to compete against past club but that will surely occur again in the future.
Kebab loses the returning Ninja early, but with the Junior Cat Shagger (again) lays the base for substance. The ever improving stream lined Kebab, more now like resembling a felafel with extra chili sauce, goes whack everywhere with several fine shots to register his maiden Lion century at rapid pace in a partnership of 136.
Across the river at Dog Land a start has eventuated with the Cat Shagger an early departure - truly separate as Trishna & Krishna, but Little Guus proves to be willing ally in the trench with Mad Dog Ginger. Cookie Monster has unleashed a performance with early poles of substance - at last.
Middle order collapse leaving Panasonic seemingly stranded at tea, seven Lions departed with Moose, Torch & Furious to come. Panasonic reverts to solace from past experience, get set, use the full blade and run hard. Moose reciprocates with intent and off we head to claim a position where a total can be mounted.
The drive westward past other grounds that appear impacted by weather, give thought to the value of points as an outcome with an expectation that some games will not have a result. Arrive at Dog Land, Little Guus pushed into the 60's and now has Dyno Bells as company in the gloom, rain threatening to break again at any time. Poppa Vardi wearing tracks in the bitumen beside the rooms, doing his best work operating in a confined space - but no helmet on.
The pair need not call upon any other support for the remainder of the afternoon, taking control around the breaks and not allowing concentration to waver. Little Guus bounds through the 80's with a series of boundaries, arriving on the verge at 96 as the rain kicks in with play finished for the day.
News arrives of runs galore by Lions at the planetarium with Panasonic and Product finishing in the 90's unbeaten as totals in both games mount, Furious again smites an off side drive over the fence to the rapturous joy of the dancing Bad Girl, now of legal age. Position good all around with health levels fine to bowl as needed tomorrow.
Part 2 - Day 2
Rain is everywhere, not of the destructive type but that which will cause concentration delays. With 321 representing a total that should be beyond, the requirement to capture the ten poles still required considerable application. Furious and Torch giving themselves the best possible chance to make early inroads by building pressure to have Dogs at 3/26 before the first delay.
All other matches presented with obstacles the worst being the 4th XI a complete wash out that is disappointing as the chase would have been a low 200 range at worst. The 3rd XI might get a start around tea time and the 2nd XI nothing until after lunch.
When play in the 2nd XI at Dog Land resumed, Little Guus was able to reach the milestone, Dyno Bells just missed the half century mark and Flegwart joined the Fire Man to belt a few peas around and take some momentum in declaring at 6/252. Myo Kimbo delivered the expected early pole before the ambush laid by the Badge and Dyno Bells ripped the guts from a lame Dog that barely limped to 103, Dyno Bells grabbing six of the finest with Amex in fine support gloving another triple.
Furious and Max1 had given brought double happiness to tea with a pole each when after the break Torch delivered the king pair that was needed to expose the tail. Down below Kitchen Man was wheeling the changes with bowlers responding, No Name and Little Man proving that dominant quicks are valuable with four each and the new comer Dark Lord starting the rot - all out for 184 and the second lot of points secured.
Tail wagging with gusto, denying the efforts of the Lions attack even after Skipper Dick ripped another two having to take the new rock and beckon Furious for a further effort that produced the nick that went down. As the clock ticked into the well past six region and frustrations building, Max1 kept churning through the variations as the final curtain was about to come down with cruel denial. But as all good performances deserve due attention until the very end, the curtain remained hovering as a quicker ball found a full toe and the umpire's extended digit ignited a Lions celebration.
Another Friday of inclement weather with the Lions falling asleep under a radar of uncertainty, weather patterns over recent days had covered all points of the compass with plenty of moisture to cause disruptions. Misty eyed I awake early from disrupted slumber full of insane visions involving being eaten alive by a gigantic tiger. Race downstairs and across the road for a caffeine injection to the soothing sounds of Miles Davis that sonically melt off the concrete walls, mind balance is restored.
The Black Curator forced to work the extra mile this morning, wicket at the Planet in fine condition but the surrounds need careful attention. Umpires receptive of the efforts ongoing and commit to starting on time, very happy as the possible disruption is contained. Win toss and bat with Tom Tom taking the lead role, or an impostor in the body of Tom Tom (maybe Tom Sonic, the new version) as he blasts to 46 in the first hour that is tragically cut short the over post drinks. Smash & Gas Box settle things to lunch with the word from Dog Land that moisture will not allow anything to happen until near lunch.
Resident Emo makes the effort during lunch break to complete testing work load of bowling, batting and running that proves resumption should be normal next week. Has battled hard with the emptiness of not being able to compete against past club but that will surely occur again in the future.
Kebab loses the returning Ninja early, but with the Junior Cat Shagger (again) lays the base for substance. The ever improving stream lined Kebab, more now like resembling a felafel with extra chili sauce, goes whack everywhere with several fine shots to register his maiden Lion century at rapid pace in a partnership of 136.
Across the river at Dog Land a start has eventuated with the Cat Shagger an early departure - truly separate as Trishna & Krishna, but Little Guus proves to be willing ally in the trench with Mad Dog Ginger. Cookie Monster has unleashed a performance with early poles of substance - at last.
Middle order collapse leaving Panasonic seemingly stranded at tea, seven Lions departed with Moose, Torch & Furious to come. Panasonic reverts to solace from past experience, get set, use the full blade and run hard. Moose reciprocates with intent and off we head to claim a position where a total can be mounted.
The drive westward past other grounds that appear impacted by weather, give thought to the value of points as an outcome with an expectation that some games will not have a result. Arrive at Dog Land, Little Guus pushed into the 60's and now has Dyno Bells as company in the gloom, rain threatening to break again at any time. Poppa Vardi wearing tracks in the bitumen beside the rooms, doing his best work operating in a confined space - but no helmet on.
The pair need not call upon any other support for the remainder of the afternoon, taking control around the breaks and not allowing concentration to waver. Little Guus bounds through the 80's with a series of boundaries, arriving on the verge at 96 as the rain kicks in with play finished for the day.
News arrives of runs galore by Lions at the planetarium with Panasonic and Product finishing in the 90's unbeaten as totals in both games mount, Furious again smites an off side drive over the fence to the rapturous joy of the dancing Bad Girl, now of legal age. Position good all around with health levels fine to bowl as needed tomorrow.
Part 2 - Day 2
Rain is everywhere, not of the destructive type but that which will cause concentration delays. With 321 representing a total that should be beyond, the requirement to capture the ten poles still required considerable application. Furious and Torch giving themselves the best possible chance to make early inroads by building pressure to have Dogs at 3/26 before the first delay.
All other matches presented with obstacles the worst being the 4th XI a complete wash out that is disappointing as the chase would have been a low 200 range at worst. The 3rd XI might get a start around tea time and the 2nd XI nothing until after lunch.
When play in the 2nd XI at Dog Land resumed, Little Guus was able to reach the milestone, Dyno Bells just missed the half century mark and Flegwart joined the Fire Man to belt a few peas around and take some momentum in declaring at 6/252. Myo Kimbo delivered the expected early pole before the ambush laid by the Badge and Dyno Bells ripped the guts from a lame Dog that barely limped to 103, Dyno Bells grabbing six of the finest with Amex in fine support gloving another triple.
Furious and Max1 had given brought double happiness to tea with a pole each when after the break Torch delivered the king pair that was needed to expose the tail. Down below Kitchen Man was wheeling the changes with bowlers responding, No Name and Little Man proving that dominant quicks are valuable with four each and the new comer Dark Lord starting the rot - all out for 184 and the second lot of points secured.
Tail wagging with gusto, denying the efforts of the Lions attack even after Skipper Dick ripped another two having to take the new rock and beckon Furious for a further effort that produced the nick that went down. As the clock ticked into the well past six region and frustrations building, Max1 kept churning through the variations as the final curtain was about to come down with cruel denial. But as all good performances deserve due attention until the very end, the curtain remained hovering as a quicker ball found a full toe and the umpire's extended digit ignited a Lions celebration.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Roy Keane & Responsibility
The heavens opened late on the Thursday to the extent that training option consisted of a sensible outcome - unable, too wet to even contemplate movement around the planet.
Incoming communication flood of stranded Lions on freeways, in traffic, at work and more. Gathered upstairs in the observatory to watch the final stages of test match session before moving into the bowels to review the position before the Dogs arrive, a rather serious position for the entire club where a lot may be gained over the two days.
Ball condition is the topic selected for knowledge installation, Smash giving valuable insight as to the reasons why and how that will apply to all young Lions active on the lower planet. The surface will undoubtedly convert in January to be difficult for the fielding side, all advantages are welcome, even from a heavy sweating Kebab.
A press conference with the Ireland football captain, Roy Keane, where he is persistently badgered about the Thierry Henry hand ball furore is replayed in full rather than the highly exposed seven second grab for news broadcasts. Learn that blame should not be directed at the tragic outcome as responsibility should have been taken by the Irish before so that a result was preserved.
"He should have cleared it. He should have cleared it. He should have defended the ball." Absolutely no doubt in his feelings and non acceptance of laying the blame at others, take the responsibility, complete with a random mobile phone ringing in the back ground to test the patience.
Match day video of Lions in action to check angles, position and balance - Fireman, Dyno Bells. Little Man, Flegwart and Hussler - all quality knowledge shared for continued improvement. Teams announced and all home early to dream of the encounter coming with a downright, weird, Dog.
Incoming communication flood of stranded Lions on freeways, in traffic, at work and more. Gathered upstairs in the observatory to watch the final stages of test match session before moving into the bowels to review the position before the Dogs arrive, a rather serious position for the entire club where a lot may be gained over the two days.
Ball condition is the topic selected for knowledge installation, Smash giving valuable insight as to the reasons why and how that will apply to all young Lions active on the lower planet. The surface will undoubtedly convert in January to be difficult for the fielding side, all advantages are welcome, even from a heavy sweating Kebab.
A press conference with the Ireland football captain, Roy Keane, where he is persistently badgered about the Thierry Henry hand ball furore is replayed in full rather than the highly exposed seven second grab for news broadcasts. Learn that blame should not be directed at the tragic outcome as responsibility should have been taken by the Irish before so that a result was preserved.
"He should have cleared it. He should have cleared it. He should have defended the ball." Absolutely no doubt in his feelings and non acceptance of laying the blame at others, take the responsibility, complete with a random mobile phone ringing in the back ground to test the patience.
Match day video of Lions in action to check angles, position and balance - Fireman, Dyno Bells. Little Man, Flegwart and Hussler - all quality knowledge shared for continued improvement. Teams announced and all home early to dream of the encounter coming with a downright, weird, Dog.
T20 v Rams - Max1 Sweeps In Reverse, Gas Box Delivers The Certainty
Another mid week T20 match, this time away at Ramsville, the Lions having a full list to cover all options as Smash and Max1 return. Bat first on a wicket that gave little concern except determining how long one wanted to stay involved.
Opening partnership of 69 in 7 overs had the floodgates being tested, Skipper Dick was torched by a disinterested Max1 with both at the same end of the pitch, man love evaporated. Gas Box entered the furnace as the circus show commenced with reverse sweeps all over and aimed at the waiting bats in the marquee. Only took 46 balls for the innings of 82 by Max1 exiting in the 13th over, could have been a monster but that will surely come on another day. Many kiddies from South Belgrave made their way to the car park, a pleasant tingle from the sugar rush enough for a school night.
The innings was well set at 3/129 but it was from here that full credit needs to come the way of Gas Box as a demonstration of a sometimes forgotten requirement in T20 unfolded. It consists of shot placement and hard running where the execution and control of a favourite shot, ie: drivinng to the off side / straight zone, can produce repeat runs with minimal risk rather than trying to find the boundary. Gas Box produced a valuable innings of 31 from 26 balls of singles and twos, ensuring there would be no collapse or decline in the run rate. A final over pairing of Dyno Bells and Flegwart pushed the final total to 7/173.
Skipper Dick again ripped out the key stumps in his first over, this time Gale for a duck and from here the run rate never threatened as wickets fell at regular intervals. Max1 was given unnecessary time to throw down the stumps before combining with the Exotic Mauritian to remove the off field friend deceived by the relationship. Torch added a pair of Kings to his imposing wicket album this season as it all dwindled to 9/117. Lions alive in the T20 competition and primed to take the Dogs head on when normal transmission resumes this coming weekend.
Opening partnership of 69 in 7 overs had the floodgates being tested, Skipper Dick was torched by a disinterested Max1 with both at the same end of the pitch, man love evaporated. Gas Box entered the furnace as the circus show commenced with reverse sweeps all over and aimed at the waiting bats in the marquee. Only took 46 balls for the innings of 82 by Max1 exiting in the 13th over, could have been a monster but that will surely come on another day. Many kiddies from South Belgrave made their way to the car park, a pleasant tingle from the sugar rush enough for a school night.
The innings was well set at 3/129 but it was from here that full credit needs to come the way of Gas Box as a demonstration of a sometimes forgotten requirement in T20 unfolded. It consists of shot placement and hard running where the execution and control of a favourite shot, ie: drivinng to the off side / straight zone, can produce repeat runs with minimal risk rather than trying to find the boundary. Gas Box produced a valuable innings of 31 from 26 balls of singles and twos, ensuring there would be no collapse or decline in the run rate. A final over pairing of Dyno Bells and Flegwart pushed the final total to 7/173.
Skipper Dick again ripped out the key stumps in his first over, this time Gale for a duck and from here the run rate never threatened as wickets fell at regular intervals. Max1 was given unnecessary time to throw down the stumps before combining with the Exotic Mauritian to remove the off field friend deceived by the relationship. Torch added a pair of Kings to his imposing wicket album this season as it all dwindled to 9/117. Lions alive in the T20 competition and primed to take the Dogs head on when normal transmission resumes this coming weekend.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Night Of The 100 Runs + 10
The pain that comes with a 0-4 outcome causes serious battles in the deepest recess of logic within the cranium as the endless search for "why" extends beyond the game day. A seriously wet Sunday gave good enough reason to stay indoors and plough through the direct communication with the majority of the playing list to uncover any reasons missed and complete the process of discovery recently started.
Honest questions uncovered a common theme for a desire to complete a task collectively, gain a sense of proper effort amongst the pride of Lions. Suggestion acknowledged and instructions distributed to bring non Lions kit for Tuesday session and plan to be required until 8.30pm. A good way to flush out any that may not see the appeal in a hard session being broadcast through deciding that something else is of importance, absence observed.
Honest questions uncovered a common theme for a desire to complete a task collectively, gain a sense of proper effort amongst the pride of Lions. Suggestion acknowledged and instructions distributed to bring non Lions kit for Tuesday session and plan to be required until 8.30pm. A good way to flush out any that may not see the appeal in a hard session being broadcast through deciding that something else is of importance, absence observed.
Training commenced as normal, turf centre available down low for the senior group to let rip with new balls, nets working as normal and Coach Ash with the batting tutorials. Several polite enquiries as to what was going to happen - stony silence (with a smile) the response. Group assembled, reminded that 0-4 completely unacceptable and even moreso as we lost both games at home and created defeat in games where we entered the last half hour in control. The exact type of game situation that a brave Lion would want to experience, a situation that a conquering outcome delivers a sporting euphoria that no synthetic substance can mimic. That chance has wastefully gone, now is the time to begin the complete cleansing - gather your non descript clothing with bat and come together in central Planet control on the blessed turf which is ours. Here we press the start button to recognise the pride that swells in the chest from the epicentre of our home domain of battle.
Strip out of Lions uniform, adorn ourselves with non descript garments, if failed to bring (poor preparation observed) then turn inside out the Lions badge so none is exposed. Understand that we are to make an offering of effort to take the next step in recovery and while doing so reflect upon those that make the effort of support each week, those that are nourished by the deeds of Lions. It is their oxygen, food and water and should not be deprived through insipidness.
Groups of three established amongst most recent batting order and we embark on the first phase of 25 runs of various stanzas. A late arrival by Cat Shagger causes confusion of group placement, no bat, kit in car, retrun to gather, back to group, go with Panasonic, three becomes a four, slows the group down overall - aarrrgggghh. Ok - run a ten, Mad Dog and Panasonic join to support, collective catch up complete.
Right, 25 down need to sort this out so we stay on message. Cat Shagger and Mad Dog Ginger instructed to act like Krishna and Trishna before surgery, must run together. Spontaneous touching of the tilted heads draws an appreciative sigh from all and an ironic recognition that the pairing depicts the future contest between Lion and Bulldog (Cat and Dog - how sweet) and that these two will be opening partners.
Next 25 completed, curt acknowledgement to the crowd of the 50 milestone but not getting to far ahead of ourselves. Skipper Dick already picked up on the overall task with a nod of appreciation. Little Guus and Max1 counting each run with laser accuracy as they understand how precious every run means.
Move into the 70's with a mixture of simulations in overthrows and fumbles, things that do occur when one spends serious time in the middle. Justin Langer NZ carpark story told in abbreviated form and Sando continually reminded of the direction to face when turning.
Unlike Duran Duran, the Lions blast through the 80's and a cheeky single gets us to 97, one proper blow away from satisfaction, all faces directed towards the adoring crowd to allow a full frontal celebration feeding of the will that pulsates behind the glass every time we play. Stroke of choice to make the three needed and any method of expressiveness in the century milestone is allowed.
Amex takes this to an indulgent level by ripping his skins around his knees in some attempt at a nude up while extending his bat skywards when jumping for joy. Sort of like the Liberty figurine that watches over New York but with a gap of exposed flesh in the middle. And as is the case with Amex, pigeon toes extended, but gracefulness is evident that belies an improved sense of balance which has been observed in recent keeping performances, fully noted - pressure coming on the Exotic Mauritian.
As the exultant joy is restored to normal, all are reminded of recent Lions conquests with the willow by Skipper Dick, Gas Box, Junior Cat Shagger, Mad Dog Ginger and Max1 in that when the ton grows beyond the advantage swings massively in our favour.
Hungry Lions accept the extra meat and off we go for ten more to establish the next phase of dominance. Back now to central Planet control, proud of an achievement under the glint emanatng from a watchful Jag by the sight screen. Remove non descript and adorn ourselves with the warranted Lions armour for the battle ahead, we are now ready as an offering of substance is validated.
Footnote: Interesting that in the immediate aftermath, Little Guus and Kebab deliver with tons, Panasonic and Product get 95 not out - evidence that old school for young Lions still has reason for application.
Race off to Como Park, South Yarra for the launch of The Ashes, Gideon Haigh's latest fund raiser for the Yarras masquerading as a literary event, heavily pregnant Charlotte managing the finances while the Tragic signs endless copies. The walk down the hill revives so many memories of this once wonderful cricket arena that has since the glory days of the 90's deteriorated due to council inactivity. Still so much personal significance, the birth place of ResultsVault on the balcony being prominent. Even though I am late, still get a chance to glimpse Eddie Perfect and connect with the Molloy family, expected limp handshake from Mick sapped of strength as the Richo departure is still an emotional burden to be lifted.
Books purchased and signed, a few moments to scan honour boards and photos of past glories - a reminder of the alluring attraction of this great game.
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