So for what I hope will be the last blog in a long while, here are some memories from Woody.
Earliest Cricket Memory – I was taken to watch Yorkshire play at Bramall Lane by mum and dad in either the late 1960’s or early 1970’s. The only memory I have was a batsman getting a massive top edge which came towards where we were sitting under one of the floodlights and the fielder dropping the catch right in front of us much to the derision of the crowd. I remember feeling really sorry for the fielder and have personally been able to relate to what he must have felt at that moment several times over the intervening 50 years!! In terms of Coal Aston CC, my first memory was being approached by Julian Bradwell in the playground at Gladys Buxton School in 1975 and asked if I wanted to go down to a training session at Stonelow as his dad Gerry was setting up a new junior team. The rest as they say is history.
Favourite Ground – sadly I have never played on Queens Park in Chesterfield but started watching cricket there in the early 1970’s and still support the Chesterfield festival every summer and hopefully the festival will survive next summer post Covid. In the 1970’s and 1980’s, the touring sides played several games against county sides between playing test matches, as one day cricket was only just beginning to take off. I can remember seeing both Australia and the great West Indies side, including Clive Lloyd playing on the ground. Magical memories. In terms of grounds I have played on, I always liked playing at Youlgrave for the fantastic views and general setting of the ground, with two decent pubs just up the road.
Best Team Mate – I have to give this accolade to two long serving members of the Club, Gerry Bradwell and Tony Cookson for the way they captained sides that I played in. Both have a depth of knowledge and understanding of the game that I have never been able to match.
Best opponent – I give this to a club rather than an individual and they are Sheffield Centralians and for no other reason, than I always seem to take wickets against them. Its strange how most players have lucky opponents or grounds and also unlucky grounds and opponents. Whenever I turned up for a game against Sheffield Centralians, I always felt confident that I would have a good day.
Best moment – this goes back to the 1990’s when I was a regular in the second team and you will be surprised to learn that it was with the bat and not the ball. We were playing Maltby Main at Stonelow and I was last man in and we needed 5 to win. There opening bowler, who was referred to as “Scud”, had just sent the previous batsman’s stump cart wheeling out of the ground with the first ball of the over. I can’t remember who was at the other end but Scud came blazing in and sent a perfect Yorker at my toes, which somehow I managed to get a bat on and the ball went straight back down the wicket about 6 feet. I then realised that I had been called for a quick single and the other batsman passed me as I was just leaving my crease !! Scud in his haste to finish the match off picked the ball up and flung it at the stumps missing by about 2 inches and as nobody had chance to back up, the ball flew to the boundary and I had finished 5 not out off one ball and secured an unlikely 1 wicket victory. The lads went mad and I ran off the pitch punching the air, which riled Maltby and before they left the ground the word got back to me that Scud was going to “do me” in the return game. As it happens I did play in the return game and made 11 from memory but their captain kept Scud away from the bowling whilst I was in and as Maltby won the game, I managed to leave Maltby in one piece that day !!
Worst moment – a few years ago the third eleven had a last day of the season relegation game against Millhouse’s in Millhouse’s Park, where the winner stayed up and the loser got relegated. The opposition batted first and got around 140 and initially things looked good for us as we got to around 108 for 3 with plenty of overs left. However Dill (Paul Steele) was out for 40ish at that point and the rest of us panicked (including me) and threw our wickets away and we lost by 8 runs. It grates with me now and the game was probably over 10 years ago !!
Funniest moment – I had a spell as vice-captain of the Sunday second team about 15 years ago with the captain being Brian Hemstalk. At the time Brian’s sons Lewis and Clarke played in the team. The start time was 2 pm and it got to 1.50pm on one particular Sunday afternoon and the opposition who had been warming up for half an hour and were getting agitated that we were showing no signs of tossing up asked what was delaying matters. I said (as none of the Hemstalks were present), that I was waiting for the captain and two players. At that point Lewis turned up and I said to him in front of the opponents captain, “Where’s Brian he needs to toss-up” to which Lewis said “ Mum says he can’t come until he’s washed the pots” !! At that point, I had to decide if to ask the opposition if we could just hang on a bit or whether I tossed up and one look at the opposition captain told me that he wasn’t going to wait for Brian to finish his domestic chores !! As you can imagine this got mentioned several times by the opposition during the afternoon!!
Thanks to Woody for finishing the blog on a high. Good luck to all starting to play in the league again this weekend, get making some good stories for the next lockdown!