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some of the brutal & unruly fribesmen
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Date:
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June
17th 2001
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Opposing
tribe: |
Riverbank
Ramblers
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Battleground: |
Epsom
College
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Tribesmen: |
Ed Beckwith
(The Chief)
Alex Paterson
Saul Shanagher
Neil Carpenter
Oli Moorby
James Baird
Luke Moorby
Thom Ruane
Rick Welsh
Nigel Toussaint
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Type
of Battle: |
37
overs of desert warfare
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Battle
report: |
The
loyal warriors met for the first time this season. The chief has assembled
a motley crew of tribesmen for this first great battle
Last year the Tuaregs had been wiped out by over 100 runs so it was a
surprise that the oppo. hadnt turned up with a collection of school
children and court jesters. The Tauregs had James Baird. (see photo.)
We lost the toss and ended up in the field. The omens were not good, especially
as the chiefs wife was fielding for us! However the Tuaregs bowled
and fielded magnificently. Niel Carpenter was the pick of the bowlers
and Saul Shanagher got the catch of the day.
It soon became apparent that this dedication and commitment was entirely
due to the fear of being awarded the mong moment. This was
very unusual as most Tuaregs regard being awarded the mong moment
as crowning achievement in their Tuareg careers and often appear to do
their utmost to get it. Maybe the tide of inadequacy is turning?
Anyway, having been set a measly 138 the opening pair of Oil Moorby and
James Baird set about eroding the total. At 8 for 1 our Ozzie batsmen
Rick Welsh went in to bat. An excellent 3rd wicket partnership of 83 runs
between him and Saul (who scored 12 of them!) cruised the Tuaregs towards
apparent victory.
The Tuaregs had a little flutter towards the end but eventually won by
two wickets. With Rick making 71 pommie bashing runs.
This victory was glorious and the magnificent roaring campfires could
be seen from the White Horse.
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Result: |
Incredulous
victory, much spirit and hearty / inane banter...
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Mong-Moment: |
There
were many contenders for this prestigious award, with the MONG
tag passing from player to player nearly every over. However, it is with
great reluctance that the Chief must accept that his performance warranted
this exalted title. Firstly he dropped a mongumental simple catch, to which
his loyal tribesmen all screamed MONG, before collapsing in hysterics and
then he ran himself out for nine runs in a truly mega-mong fashion. Roll
on Oxford... |