Monday, 24 August 2009
Friday, 21 August 2009
49ers in tail-ender gender bender shocker
Scandal has yet again rocked the Brockwell 49ers after it emerged that the International Cricket Council has demanded the GENDER testing of one of its founding members. The ICC’s involvement has been prompted by intense press speculation that maverick batsman Nick Heath is in fact a big girl’s blouse. An unnamed insider told RUYC “Nick has missed endless training sessions and frankly the guys have been talking.”
“GIRLY”
“He claims he’s been busy but we all know he’s been playing ‘softball’. It makes you question all those magical times he’s patted you on the bum, and that’s something none of us want to do.” RUYC has learned unsavoury rumours that Heath has been bringing a girly catcher’s mitt to matches and been seen running in an obscure diamond shape are to be made in a leading Sunday newspaper.
“BOOBIES”
This reporter understands that as a show of good faith Brockwell’s captain Stumpy has agreed to undertake a sex test claiming “all the 49ers are well aware that gender is simply a social construct - that’s a no brainer. But sex is a different matter, I know because once a girl let me have a go on her boobies and it was ace.” Suggestions that Cherrington had in fact FAILED the test could not be confirmed before going to press.
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Friday, 7 August 2009
Thursday, 6 August 2009
Captain joins new team!
Rumours that Brockwell 49ers' Captain Gordon "Stumpy" Cherrington has been moonlighting with another team have finally been confirmed after shock photos were leaked today.
Monday, 3 August 2009
GOTH ROCKER GETS 4 OUT OF 10 IN DANCE COMP SHOCKER!!!
At Edgebaston, during tea, in a thrilling ashes clash, a dance competition was held to provide some light relief for the nervous spectators. Emo sports fan Ed 'Hammy' Hamilton was "boo-ed" down with 4 out of a possible 10, the lowest score of the day, and a slow-clap from some ginger guy in the back. Requests for the traditional England walkout Jerusalem to be replaced with James Smart's rendition of (remix to) Ignition went ignored by the ECB representatives.
Ruthless.
If we're going to prevail in France we're going to have to be pretty cold-blooded so I think we can all take a lesson from the number 19 here:
No retreat, no surrender.
No retreat, no surrender.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
49ers profligacy has Calypso dancing
Easy now, match report to calm you all down. Sorry for the delay...
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On a breezy damp day in North London, Brockwell’s finest took on Calypso looking to capitalise on their recent emphatic T20 victory. SPOILER ALERT…the 49ers failed. Comprehensively. But on a wild day, with players unavailable due to poor wedding planning by Tom Rice it was hard not to be impressed with some key contributions during the game, the camp’s burgeoning team spirit and, as always, keen bottom-slapping.
With threatening clouds overhead, 49ers skipper won the toss and opted to take the new ball in swinging conditions, putting admirable faith in our international debutant, Graeme Elliott. Five years since bowling his last delivery, it was a timid first over, conceding 9 what proved to be just the first of 53 extra runs given to Calypso’s total – taking the honour of joint top-scorer with Calypso’s opener Jim Bugg. At the Lido end though, Hammy – mobile phone in pocket due to the imminent birth of the 49ers youngest supporter – took up the mantle in a spell of four overs that probed, teased and occasionally fucked the Calypso top order right up. His reward, the early wicket of Goddard, trapped LBW to a skiddy quicker delivery. Stumpy and Tonkinson squealed from behind the timbers, Hammy turned to give the umpire his best come hither eyes – the same ones Frankie fell for before 9 months carrying wee Mylo – and the rest of the team brought an almost operatic quality to what seems to be fast becoming the 49ers strongest asset; the appeal. There was plenty more where that came from too as Elliott picked up his pace and improved his accuracy to give the openers a stiff working over. It wasn’t just the batsmen being caused problems either as probing line and length (mostly short and down leg side) sent Stumpy sprawling and giving Heath problems on the boundary rope as byes kept the scoreboard ticking over. It was with notable style, though, that first Heath and then Stumpy took to fielding in the deep, diving athletically for lost causes and taking gymnastics to new heights with a succession of rope-burning forward rolls and slides. Elliott ended with 3 maidens from 6 overs but no wickets in his spell. Hamilton took one wicket for 15 in his six overs.
After a probing opening partnership, up stepped Le Tonk and King at first change. After a strong start from Tonk, an increasingly wayward King stepped up to take the all important wicket of Newton, whose square cut and leg glances looked to be taking the wind out of the 49ers sails. But one too many flashes of the bat took the ball on to his stumps and enthusiastic bum-slapping followed. The new batsman arrived at the crease but so did Calypso’s secret weapon, Extras – seemingly blindfolding the much-vaunted swinger King, taking his keys from the bowl and leading him to an empty room while the rest of the team frolicked in the field chasing three overs of no-balls, wides, long hops and beamers around the park. It was a long spell of bowling (1-41 off 3 overs) that nobody was sorry to see the back of – especially when the opportunity to take the ‘15-over’ drinks break. 108-2 said the scoreboard. ‘We can still beat them’ said our leader.
Inspired, Sunday-cricketer Kirk stepped into the breach and grabbed himself two quick wickets with expert left-arm slingers drawing ever more forward defences from calypso opener, Jim and false shots from his partners. The highlight of the spell, however, came from the chief bum-slapper, Terrington (sic). Having wisely taken himself away from the job of aimlessly flailing about behind the stumps, skipper Terrington took a courageous catch at slip, snaffling one high above his head to leave Calypso on the brink of what should have been a cataclysmic collapse – at 156 for 5 and the niners into a scared looking middle order. And who wouldn’t be scared when Martin ‘The Morpeth Express’ Edwards begins limbering up at midwicket and with the prancing Brichto skipping around the outfield just begging to be thrown the ball.
Terrington had other ideas though. After a teasing first over from the Morpeth Express, a mixture of jack-knifing leg-breaks and straight dibbly-dobblers that kept the batsmen guessing, Stumpy surprised everyone by not only bowling but bowling straight. And with devastating effect. Five dot balls and…WICKET! Deceptively slow, Terrington tempted Ebanks into a heave over midwicket and was clean bowled leaving our jubilant, screaming captain with a wicket maiden; the first in 49ers history. While Kirk, Edwards and Bennett completed their tidy overs, the score board just kept ticking slowly over, each boundary a twist of the knife as the innings drew ever closer to 200 and Jim took his round of applause, ending his obdurate innings at 53. All that remained was Adam ‘the Spanish Pony’ Brichto who’s bowling was full of enthusiasm but more reminiscent of dressage than cricket. Calypso finished on 202-7. A gettable score one would think. ‘Around par’ was the verdict from within the camp as they considered matters over sausage rolls and Kronenburg.
At a shade under 6 an over required Kirk and Stumpy strolled nonchalantly to the crease, fresh from lunch and just a smattering of rain. Looking to forge a strong opening partnership, Stumpy took his guard and stoutly defended his wicket, confusing Calypso’s bowlers by standing still and pretending to be a fourth stump. A leg glance and he was off the mark. Kirk Leight, in his first innings for the niners and sporting a rather impressive looking blue helmet, also took his time to feel his way before crashing the first of what would be a number of classic cover drives. But the innings was only four overs old when Calypso drew first blood, taking Stumpy’s wicket with an easy catch. King, keen to make up for a disappointing bowling display ambled to the crease but in what would become a regular feature of a disappointing 49ers batting performance, lasted just one further over, scoring three singles before dinking a timid defensive prod back to the bowler. With only three sets of pads, panic was beginning to set in – would we have enough equipment for the next batsman before the next man was out? Would former captain Hamilton recover from his time in the field - where he controversially sought to stop every ball with his ankle – to make the runs required to chase down Calypso’s total?
It started well, Kirk was playing tidy cricket, picking off runs where he could while Hammy grew in confidence at the other end. Taking no shit from the bowlers, Hamilton drove with abandon, hooked and pulled his way to a swashbucking 14 runs, scored with just three lusty blows. But it wasn’t to last and taking on the bowler a fourth time he was caught deep in the outfield and the game looked to be running away. Internationalist Elliott wasn’t able to match his pre-game bravura, getting carried away after a square cut that zipped to the cover boundary by attempting to knock the lacquer of the ball and missing. Bowled for 5. Heath up next – averaging around 30 before the game but not happy with the conditions one little bit – but still the wickets tumbled, much as Heath had been seen to do in the field. The Great Dane bowed out with a disappointing duck.
But what was this – Bowdney and Leight started to look like they wanted it more. 49ers spirit started coursing through their veins, cajoled by our leader and former skipper who as on-field umpires did their best to keep up the sledging. Staring down the barrel though, both batsmen caught the bullets between their teeth, spitting them out in the form of runs, ones and twos mainly but it sure got us aroused sitting on the boundary ropes. Ending a run of a wicket falling every over, these two were as close to our Gower and Boycott as we could muster, but it was to be a mini-revival only. Leight, deceived by a ball travelling so slowly that a speed gun would have barely registered it, went to up the run rate and was bowled. For a spirited 19. In the context of the game, this was fricking awesome. Sadly the remaining batters couldn’t stay with free-scoring Ruari as a further succession of wickets fell cheaply, including his own, finally bowled for a man-of-the-49ers score of 22. Spirits were momentarily raised by the prancing Brichto, who went out to bat looking like an overweight Hugh Grant in cricket whites and a navy pullover. Comedy aside, he lasted three balls and was quickly caught, wrapping up the 49ers innings in less than 20 overs for a total of 78, a disappointing result after what promised to be a tight game between two mediocre but enthusiastic sides.
We still rock, though. And those fuckers will come back for more, only this time we’ll be ready for them, full team, fewer hangovers and more tightly-honed forward defences. The future still looks bright. We’ve got sledging, appealing and bottom-slapping nailed down. Bowling, batting and fielding are next but we’re getting there dammit and our day will come. Next match, 23rd August. WE WILL WIN.
49ers Batting
Leight (Kirk) 19 (bowled)
Cherrington 6 (caught)
Phil 3 (c&B)
Hamilton 14 (caught)
Elliott 5 (bowled)
Heath 0 (bowled)
Bowdney 22 (bowled)
Tonkinson 2 (lbw)
Edwards 2 (bowled)
Kevin 0 N/O
Brichto 0 (caught)
78 ALL OUT
49ers Bowling
Elliott 6-3-17-0
Hamilton 6-0-15-1
Tonkinson 4-0-28-0
King 4-0-41-1
Bennett 4-1-21-0
Kirk 5-0-19-2
Edwards 3-0-19-0
Cherrington 3-1-14-2
Brichto 1-0-9-0
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On a breezy damp day in North London, Brockwell’s finest took on Calypso looking to capitalise on their recent emphatic T20 victory. SPOILER ALERT…the 49ers failed. Comprehensively. But on a wild day, with players unavailable due to poor wedding planning by Tom Rice it was hard not to be impressed with some key contributions during the game, the camp’s burgeoning team spirit and, as always, keen bottom-slapping.
With threatening clouds overhead, 49ers skipper won the toss and opted to take the new ball in swinging conditions, putting admirable faith in our international debutant, Graeme Elliott. Five years since bowling his last delivery, it was a timid first over, conceding 9 what proved to be just the first of 53 extra runs given to Calypso’s total – taking the honour of joint top-scorer with Calypso’s opener Jim Bugg. At the Lido end though, Hammy – mobile phone in pocket due to the imminent birth of the 49ers youngest supporter – took up the mantle in a spell of four overs that probed, teased and occasionally fucked the Calypso top order right up. His reward, the early wicket of Goddard, trapped LBW to a skiddy quicker delivery. Stumpy and Tonkinson squealed from behind the timbers, Hammy turned to give the umpire his best come hither eyes – the same ones Frankie fell for before 9 months carrying wee Mylo – and the rest of the team brought an almost operatic quality to what seems to be fast becoming the 49ers strongest asset; the appeal. There was plenty more where that came from too as Elliott picked up his pace and improved his accuracy to give the openers a stiff working over. It wasn’t just the batsmen being caused problems either as probing line and length (mostly short and down leg side) sent Stumpy sprawling and giving Heath problems on the boundary rope as byes kept the scoreboard ticking over. It was with notable style, though, that first Heath and then Stumpy took to fielding in the deep, diving athletically for lost causes and taking gymnastics to new heights with a succession of rope-burning forward rolls and slides. Elliott ended with 3 maidens from 6 overs but no wickets in his spell. Hamilton took one wicket for 15 in his six overs.
After a probing opening partnership, up stepped Le Tonk and King at first change. After a strong start from Tonk, an increasingly wayward King stepped up to take the all important wicket of Newton, whose square cut and leg glances looked to be taking the wind out of the 49ers sails. But one too many flashes of the bat took the ball on to his stumps and enthusiastic bum-slapping followed. The new batsman arrived at the crease but so did Calypso’s secret weapon, Extras – seemingly blindfolding the much-vaunted swinger King, taking his keys from the bowl and leading him to an empty room while the rest of the team frolicked in the field chasing three overs of no-balls, wides, long hops and beamers around the park. It was a long spell of bowling (1-41 off 3 overs) that nobody was sorry to see the back of – especially when the opportunity to take the ‘15-over’ drinks break. 108-2 said the scoreboard. ‘We can still beat them’ said our leader.
Inspired, Sunday-cricketer Kirk stepped into the breach and grabbed himself two quick wickets with expert left-arm slingers drawing ever more forward defences from calypso opener, Jim and false shots from his partners. The highlight of the spell, however, came from the chief bum-slapper, Terrington (sic). Having wisely taken himself away from the job of aimlessly flailing about behind the stumps, skipper Terrington took a courageous catch at slip, snaffling one high above his head to leave Calypso on the brink of what should have been a cataclysmic collapse – at 156 for 5 and the niners into a scared looking middle order. And who wouldn’t be scared when Martin ‘The Morpeth Express’ Edwards begins limbering up at midwicket and with the prancing Brichto skipping around the outfield just begging to be thrown the ball.
Terrington had other ideas though. After a teasing first over from the Morpeth Express, a mixture of jack-knifing leg-breaks and straight dibbly-dobblers that kept the batsmen guessing, Stumpy surprised everyone by not only bowling but bowling straight. And with devastating effect. Five dot balls and…WICKET! Deceptively slow, Terrington tempted Ebanks into a heave over midwicket and was clean bowled leaving our jubilant, screaming captain with a wicket maiden; the first in 49ers history. While Kirk, Edwards and Bennett completed their tidy overs, the score board just kept ticking slowly over, each boundary a twist of the knife as the innings drew ever closer to 200 and Jim took his round of applause, ending his obdurate innings at 53. All that remained was Adam ‘the Spanish Pony’ Brichto who’s bowling was full of enthusiasm but more reminiscent of dressage than cricket. Calypso finished on 202-7. A gettable score one would think. ‘Around par’ was the verdict from within the camp as they considered matters over sausage rolls and Kronenburg.
At a shade under 6 an over required Kirk and Stumpy strolled nonchalantly to the crease, fresh from lunch and just a smattering of rain. Looking to forge a strong opening partnership, Stumpy took his guard and stoutly defended his wicket, confusing Calypso’s bowlers by standing still and pretending to be a fourth stump. A leg glance and he was off the mark. Kirk Leight, in his first innings for the niners and sporting a rather impressive looking blue helmet, also took his time to feel his way before crashing the first of what would be a number of classic cover drives. But the innings was only four overs old when Calypso drew first blood, taking Stumpy’s wicket with an easy catch. King, keen to make up for a disappointing bowling display ambled to the crease but in what would become a regular feature of a disappointing 49ers batting performance, lasted just one further over, scoring three singles before dinking a timid defensive prod back to the bowler. With only three sets of pads, panic was beginning to set in – would we have enough equipment for the next batsman before the next man was out? Would former captain Hamilton recover from his time in the field - where he controversially sought to stop every ball with his ankle – to make the runs required to chase down Calypso’s total?
It started well, Kirk was playing tidy cricket, picking off runs where he could while Hammy grew in confidence at the other end. Taking no shit from the bowlers, Hamilton drove with abandon, hooked and pulled his way to a swashbucking 14 runs, scored with just three lusty blows. But it wasn’t to last and taking on the bowler a fourth time he was caught deep in the outfield and the game looked to be running away. Internationalist Elliott wasn’t able to match his pre-game bravura, getting carried away after a square cut that zipped to the cover boundary by attempting to knock the lacquer of the ball and missing. Bowled for 5. Heath up next – averaging around 30 before the game but not happy with the conditions one little bit – but still the wickets tumbled, much as Heath had been seen to do in the field. The Great Dane bowed out with a disappointing duck.
But what was this – Bowdney and Leight started to look like they wanted it more. 49ers spirit started coursing through their veins, cajoled by our leader and former skipper who as on-field umpires did their best to keep up the sledging. Staring down the barrel though, both batsmen caught the bullets between their teeth, spitting them out in the form of runs, ones and twos mainly but it sure got us aroused sitting on the boundary ropes. Ending a run of a wicket falling every over, these two were as close to our Gower and Boycott as we could muster, but it was to be a mini-revival only. Leight, deceived by a ball travelling so slowly that a speed gun would have barely registered it, went to up the run rate and was bowled. For a spirited 19. In the context of the game, this was fricking awesome. Sadly the remaining batters couldn’t stay with free-scoring Ruari as a further succession of wickets fell cheaply, including his own, finally bowled for a man-of-the-49ers score of 22. Spirits were momentarily raised by the prancing Brichto, who went out to bat looking like an overweight Hugh Grant in cricket whites and a navy pullover. Comedy aside, he lasted three balls and was quickly caught, wrapping up the 49ers innings in less than 20 overs for a total of 78, a disappointing result after what promised to be a tight game between two mediocre but enthusiastic sides.
We still rock, though. And those fuckers will come back for more, only this time we’ll be ready for them, full team, fewer hangovers and more tightly-honed forward defences. The future still looks bright. We’ve got sledging, appealing and bottom-slapping nailed down. Bowling, batting and fielding are next but we’re getting there dammit and our day will come. Next match, 23rd August. WE WILL WIN.
49ers Batting
Leight (Kirk) 19 (bowled)
Cherrington 6 (caught)
Phil 3 (c&B)
Hamilton 14 (caught)
Elliott 5 (bowled)
Heath 0 (bowled)
Bowdney 22 (bowled)
Tonkinson 2 (lbw)
Edwards 2 (bowled)
Kevin 0 N/O
Brichto 0 (caught)
78 ALL OUT
49ers Bowling
Elliott 6-3-17-0
Hamilton 6-0-15-1
Tonkinson 4-0-28-0
King 4-0-41-1
Bennett 4-1-21-0
Kirk 5-0-19-2
Edwards 3-0-19-0
Cherrington 3-1-14-2
Brichto 1-0-9-0
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
First footage of Hammy Jnr leaked to RUYC
Right Up Your Crease has obtained exclusive footage of all-rounder "Hammy" Hamilton's young son who is already proving to be a crowd pleaser. The video suggests that the youngster is surprisingly precocious and more importantly has reassured the many people concerned that baby Mylo would inherit his father's legendarily appalling taste in music:
Pithy and potentially homophobic comment from notorious blog lurker Frankie is expected shortly.
Pithy and potentially homophobic comment from notorious blog lurker Frankie is expected shortly.
Blog purpose in doubt as team disquiet brews
Senior figures within the Brockwell 49ers are currently questioning the very purpose of the team’s weblog as a spat between between baby-faced captain Gordon Cherrington and baby-making ex-captain Ed Hamilton continued to mar the team's preparations.
Maverick batsman Nick Heath was unequivocal in his dismay at recent events. “Originally I thought the blog was a place for all the 49ers to come together and look at pictures of pretty ladies in their pants” Heath raged while rummaging furiously through his trouser pockets, “now it seems just the latest venue for Hammy and Stumpy to vent their hate speech. Bring back the bikini bitches!! Naaarrgghhhh!!!!” he climaxed.
Spin wizard and keen amateur Freudian psychiatrist James Smart was eager to express his own perverted diagnosis of the pair. “In a sport so rife with phallic objects these kind of alpha male competitions are inevitable” he mused in between puffs of an impossibly large cigar. Continuing in what can only be described as a bizarre sub-Allo Allo German accent, Smart observed that “vhile almost every other member of zer team has managed to sublimate zeez desires into zer ritual Hinterteileschlagen or bum slapping, Herr Cherrington und Herr Hamilton’s rivalry has developed into ein dangerous und sexy threat to zer thousand year Reich zat previously vos zer destiny for der Neunundvierzigers.”
In a refreshing change Hamilton and Cherrington were both unavailable for comment.
Maverick batsman Nick Heath was unequivocal in his dismay at recent events. “Originally I thought the blog was a place for all the 49ers to come together and look at pictures of pretty ladies in their pants” Heath raged while rummaging furiously through his trouser pockets, “now it seems just the latest venue for Hammy and Stumpy to vent their hate speech. Bring back the bikini bitches!! Naaarrgghhhh!!!!” he climaxed.
Spin wizard and keen amateur Freudian psychiatrist James Smart was eager to express his own perverted diagnosis of the pair. “In a sport so rife with phallic objects these kind of alpha male competitions are inevitable” he mused in between puffs of an impossibly large cigar. Continuing in what can only be described as a bizarre sub-Allo Allo German accent, Smart observed that “vhile almost every other member of zer team has managed to sublimate zeez desires into zer ritual Hinterteileschlagen or bum slapping, Herr Cherrington und Herr Hamilton’s rivalry has developed into ein dangerous und sexy threat to zer thousand year Reich zat previously vos zer destiny for der Neunundvierzigers.”
In a refreshing change Hamilton and Cherrington were both unavailable for comment.
Fatherhood results in loss of memory for Hammy
Responding to Hammy’s recent posting about me disappearing up my own arse, I would like to draw all subscribers to this blog to some of our early posts where Hammy, writing about the 49ers and their exploits, refers to himself as ‘Hammy’,
Cock
Cock
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Stumpy disappears up own arse
Gordon Cherrington has mysteriously disappeared - and fellow 49ers believe the best place to start looking is up his own arsehole.
Alarms were raised when the 49ers captain - aka Stumpy - began writing blog posts referring to himself in the third person.
It is unknown just how deep the search will go, but Cherrington's housemate and friend, Ian Tonkinson, has already expressed concern over the organisation of search teams and their chances of finding anything relevant in Stumpy's butthole.
"The whole thing stinks!" Said Tonkinson, 49ers wicket keeper and chief sledger. "I wouldn't be surprised if they find a gerbil or two and the odd jar of marmite but Gordon? No chance. He's in too deep."
The search into Stumpy's battycrease continues.
Alarms were raised when the 49ers captain - aka Stumpy - began writing blog posts referring to himself in the third person.
It is unknown just how deep the search will go, but Cherrington's housemate and friend, Ian Tonkinson, has already expressed concern over the organisation of search teams and their chances of finding anything relevant in Stumpy's butthole.
"The whole thing stinks!" Said Tonkinson, 49ers wicket keeper and chief sledger. "I wouldn't be surprised if they find a gerbil or two and the odd jar of marmite but Gordon? No chance. He's in too deep."
The search into Stumpy's battycrease continues.
Monday, 27 July 2009
49ers ‘star’ all rounder touches another teams balls…
49er players and fans have expressed dismay at the news that their captain, Gordon Cherrington, played for another team on Sunday 26th July.
Speaking from 49er HQ, media spokesperson and founding member, Ed ‘Hammy’ Hamilton said:
“It is with a mixture of sadness and pride that I can confirm that Gordon Cherrington did in fact turn out for another team in an actual cricket match. We understand that Gordon was ‘tapped up’ on Friday by the Victoria and Albert Museum team, and asked to play a leading role in their match against Stonar CC. The match took place in Henley between 12pm – 6pm on Sunday and by all accounts Gordon was pretty outstanding”
“We would like to reassure all 49er fans that Gordon is, and always will be, a 49er and that his decision to play for another team was based purely on his desire to improve his own performance for the Brockwell 49ers. I have spoken to Gordon this morning and he has once again re-assured me that he will honour his 49er contract and will be turning out for us next season”
Witnesses who attended the game in Henley are said to have remarked that Cherrington ‘played out of his skin’ was ‘as agile as a cat on speed’ in the field and that despite being a last minute addition to the V&A team, also played ‘majestically’ when asked to take the keepers gloves for 10 overs.
This blog managed to catch up with Cherrington at last night’s exclusive viewing of the West Wing, season 4, episode 3 at his house, where he said:
“Look, I got asked to play by another team because one of their players had seen me a couple of times for the 49ers and thought I was pretty shit hot. It does not in anyway mean that I’m turning my back on the 49ers … the very spirit of that team runs through my veins, stirs through my soul and ripples through my underpants. Those lads mean the world to me and I will never ever leave them … although the tea was pretty special at yesterday’s game …”
The V&A team were unavailable for comment.
Speaking from 49er HQ, media spokesperson and founding member, Ed ‘Hammy’ Hamilton said:
“It is with a mixture of sadness and pride that I can confirm that Gordon Cherrington did in fact turn out for another team in an actual cricket match. We understand that Gordon was ‘tapped up’ on Friday by the Victoria and Albert Museum team, and asked to play a leading role in their match against Stonar CC. The match took place in Henley between 12pm – 6pm on Sunday and by all accounts Gordon was pretty outstanding”
“We would like to reassure all 49er fans that Gordon is, and always will be, a 49er and that his decision to play for another team was based purely on his desire to improve his own performance for the Brockwell 49ers. I have spoken to Gordon this morning and he has once again re-assured me that he will honour his 49er contract and will be turning out for us next season”
Witnesses who attended the game in Henley are said to have remarked that Cherrington ‘played out of his skin’ was ‘as agile as a cat on speed’ in the field and that despite being a last minute addition to the V&A team, also played ‘majestically’ when asked to take the keepers gloves for 10 overs.
This blog managed to catch up with Cherrington at last night’s exclusive viewing of the West Wing, season 4, episode 3 at his house, where he said:
“Look, I got asked to play by another team because one of their players had seen me a couple of times for the 49ers and thought I was pretty shit hot. It does not in anyway mean that I’m turning my back on the 49ers … the very spirit of that team runs through my veins, stirs through my soul and ripples through my underpants. Those lads mean the world to me and I will never ever leave them … although the tea was pretty special at yesterday’s game …”
The V&A team were unavailable for comment.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
I’m currently listening to the Les Miserable soundtrack. I’m really enjoying it and am thinking I may have gone fully gay. In the past two weeks I have been to see Take That at Wembley, cried at a newspaper article, had oatcakes as a 'snack' and am now listening to musical soundtracks on Spotify.
Thankfully I will be able to restore my man power by attending the 49ers nets session at 6:30pm this evening in Lambeth. I’m going to channel all the negative energy I currently have swirling through my veins and hit that ball for at least 3 imaginary runs. See you there 49ers … see you there
Thankfully I will be able to restore my man power by attending the 49ers nets session at 6:30pm this evening in Lambeth. I’m going to channel all the negative energy I currently have swirling through my veins and hit that ball for at least 3 imaginary runs. See you there 49ers … see you there
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