Change of menu for pre game nourishment on the Thursday. Mexican combination goes down a treat as all Lions have by now recovered from gagging practice during the session and understand the matches of impact ahead along with the structured game plan. Bowling options for attack and defence the focus for capturing and containing wild Panthers.
The final round of regular games has arrived with the morning being of ridiculous perfection for the Lions to enter the bout against a cat of likeness, the Panthers. Having ensured that meticulous has been the minimum standard, in a moment of rare jocularity with the Moose, lay some claim that if all is done properly then advantage is gained. We win the toss and bat - simple at times. Moose emits a satisfied harumph.
Smokey has not started the ten laps circuit until a bit later this morning, decide to give him some moral support and join in for a couple. Smokey loves a chat, gives probably a better verbal overview of the Lions than some more intimate to the inner sanctum would be able. Shares some private information about the mid week skills that Skipper Dick shows on the rope qouits circuit. Unsure as yet where this fits in the future of Skipper Dick's sporting goals, normally when rope is mentioned in his presence it contains a different connotation. Very persuasive is Smokey when given the lectern to deliver a sermon, love the passion within.
As the innings begins, order is in place early as Smokey continues the rotations outside the fence. Skipper Dick and Cat Shagger fall as a pair, Trishna / Krishna like - nicks caught behind and pads blown off by a rank medium pacer - Cat Shagger may as well bat with a bail instead of a bat. Smokey decides that he must exert calmness over this bothersome predicament at 2/43 and decides he will remain at the ground while Smash is batting. Little does he know that this will be a committment of substance for the hours ahead.
Myo Kimbo again, yet again and yes again produces the obligatory early pole away from home. With position secure for the 2nd XI, momentum is still the desire with some concern as mail through the season has been the Shepley deck a stink bomb. The Pirate delivers another contribution with a double before Flegwart descends upon the arena to cast a spinning spell. The mystical Flegwart had been working hard in the castle tower to devise a magic potion to rid the Lions from the dangerous blade of Ayres. Flegwart had the perfect elixir, leg side full toss scooped into the atmosphere and accepted by the Badge - 6/106 with Flegwart half distance to a bag of five.
Smash and Gas Box reach lunch, position established and the effect of the secret herbs stashed in the food of Skipper Dick have an amazing impact. In the post lunch session, Skipper Dick moves the sight screen - more than once. Was at the closest end though.
Kitchen Man bats, new open pairing of Product and Dim give a good account pushing the score beyond 50. Junior Cat Shagger with a bung toe is removed from the order temporarily, the absence felt by Kebab, A J Ninja and Sando-o-o as they give - stuff all. The Panda is left to run rampant by his lonesome, seeking any sign of a mate or companion, any gender will do for this loveable creature. Fireman steps up and fixes his nozzle firmly at the marauding young Panthers and blasts them back onto their haunches.
Smash still bats, Smokey is still watching.
Spin twins, the mirror image of exact opposites in Flash Jack and Desperate are released by DKP as a pair of boa constrictors that strangle the resolve of a Panther middle order coming off a triple hundred chase smorgasbord, bowled out for 168.
Smash still bats, Smokey has afternoon tea and the Panda nears the ton as Fireman develops a sense of giddiness from moving into the sixties, 66 in 88 minutes has a nice symetry to it, time for a shift change and a stumping ensues.
Smash goes well past the ton and loossens the shackles, shots flowing in all directions around the Planet, including a missile that disappeared amongst the low flying satellites before settling into the JB Hi Fi register at Westfield. Smokey is still wating. Panda tons up, embraced with genuine affection by Son of Chairman, lovely emotional fellow when he steps away from the Xavier clinches.
Light is dimming as darkness starts to close, Smash exits the surface with 174 unbeaten, complete magnificence. Smokey can go home now and Skipper Dick can head off for a recovery session after moving the sight screen on multiple occasions, an impressive new stat for the career resume. Panthers are wounded, to what extent we shall see.
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