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Jags 163-5 (Dunn 62*, Brolia 38, Parrish 28, Panigrahi 2-17, Rodriguez 2-21) beat Waterbeach 123-7 (Jones 41, Talaga 27, Sawyer 3-26) by 40 runs.

POTM- Alex Dunn

On a sunny yet cool June evening, the Jags returned to Queens for the first home game of the year. Several absentees this week meant that the XI was supplemented with one of Histon’s most premier batters, Alex Dunn alongside much of the usual group of regulars. Mr Fardell had decided that some match at Lords was more significant than this business house 2 league game, so in his absence I, Savage, have taken honorary blog responsibilities.

We arrived to find the ground in as beautiful condition as ever, the chequered striped outfield was remarked upon most frequently by the team. Regular readers of the blog will recall the dire condition of the opposition’s, Waterbeach, ground in the reverse fixture last year. We were all thankful for the more even condition of the pitch for this year’s game.

Captain fantastic won the toss (after a 5 min hunt for a coin) and elected to make first use of the pitch with bat in hand. The seasoned opening partnership of Parrish and Brolia (our resident footgolf world cup finalist) set out to the middle to face the Waterbeach attack. Not for the first time this year, we were off the mark from the first delivery, a waist high no ball dutifully pulled away by Matt for 4.

The bowling was accurate, without being initially potent, allowing Matt to keep the scoreboard ticking, while Ant reacclimatised to sport on this side of the pond. Parrish continued to score the bulk of the runs, with many 2’s scored to the wide Queens boundaries. When Parish eventually fell for a well-made 28 to a good catch in the covers, the score was 36-1 (5) – a solid start. Dunny entered the fray at number 3, fresh off a cracking 50 in the Walker cup on Sunday. He began his innings patiently, with beautiful front foot defensives, right out of the ECB coaching manual. With the new batter in, Ant capitalised on some loose bowling to advance his total with 3X4’s in quick succession. The score moving on to 73-1 at the halfway point of our 20 over innings.

The first change bowler particularly caught the attention of the team, being identified as Lumber of Cottenham CC. Fortunately he was met with Dunny’s now swinging blade, who played 2 beautiful consecutive drives down the ground for maximums.

It took a beautiful looping full toss to remove Ant, who was bowled for a swashbuckling 38(26). Phillips strode out to the middle at number 4, his stay was alas short lived before he fell in the same over to a now well pumped-up Rodriguez. Barker entered the fray and got his innings underway with 1’s and 2’s into the gaps. Dunny was rolling now, having made short work of the 30’s and 40’s, he made it to 50 with a shot over midwicket for 4. Well batted sir.

In the meantime, Ant had caught his breath following his exploits with bat in hand enough to form a love shack facetime call with his +1. A touching moment, that he chose to share while lying in a bush.

The last over of the innings arrived and brought the end of Barker’s supportive innings of 11. Coslett had the unenviable job of swinging for the last 5 balls. He was very successful in this, finding open pasture on the leg side, pushing back for the third to get Dunny on strike, he was alas run out thanks to a strong return from the deep. Sawyer entered the middle to run 5 runs and not face a ball. Jags finished on a strong 163-5, knowing that early wickets would surely make the run rate unachievable.

Brett began the innings with usual economical accuracy. With the batter unsettled, a quick leg bye was attempted. The skipper bounded forwards ripped off a glove and threw down the stumps. The batter was well short at the non-strikers and their opener was back in the shed without score. 

Tyler opened from the other end but was treated firmly by Lumber. Dot balls at the other batter ensured that the required run rate continued to add up. Liam’s metronomic accuracy allowed the batters only to milk singles to the deep, the rate was soon getting away from the chasing team. Toby replaced Tyler only to be slogged away to cow for a maximum first ball. Not to worry, T made the adjustment, flighted the ball up and got the batter down the track to be stumped comfortably by Matt.

At this point Lumber was starting to find his stride, finding the long Queens boundary with ease. Despite this, Brett came back on for his third over with a gleam of hope in his eyes. A secret council with Barker at mid-on and an apparent “wobble seam” now in his locker led to back-to-back rising deliveries to start the over. Fans watching from the Barton Road end would have seen Brett’s grin and resolute nod as he moved to the top of his run out. Lumber had played at two and missed two. The pieces were in place. We all knew what was coming. It was time for The Cutter™.

The run up was smooth and fluid, the arm slightly higher than his stock ball, delivered from a few inches wider on the crease. His fingers expertly manipulated the seam, imparting revolutions at speeds few can achieve. The lure was cast, and the fish were hungry. Lumber took a step down the pitch, seeing the ball was there to be hit. A shock of fear across his face as the ball dipped early, then cut up and in with perfect precision. All he could do was try to work it through midwicket off the splice. 

Time stopped. The most dangerous player on the team had chipped one up for a sitter. The Jags followed the ball without concern - the celebrations had already begun in our heads. The fielder stood motionless. What was he doing? Brett dropped to his knees. The writing was on the wall. The ball was on the floor. Queens went silent.

“Oh you fu… Phillips”, said Liam. Defeat in his voice.

No other words were spoken, the ball returned to the bowler. Both the non-striker and the umpire gave an apologetic shake of the head as Brett passed them by, the gleam of hope replaced by a grim look of acceptance of the reality he is now forced to face. His next ball was pumped for 4. I hope he doesn’t hold grudges.

Savage was introduced following the conclusion of Liam’s spell, bowling without great pace, drew dots and singles from good balls. The occasional shorter ball was sent to the boundary by the opposition’s strong number 3. A particularly tight single to Dunny at point resulted in the next wicket for the jags. A good throw in gave Parrish enough time to whip the bails of to send beach’s number 4 packing.

Purton completed his spell from the far end to be replaced by our leg spinning sensation, Ben Sawyer. The initial grip and spin excited the fielders. As a few extras clocked up on the board, the batter reached wide of off stump, collecting a thin edge on the way into Matt’s welcoming gloves. This brought the new batter to the crease, an U15 from Histon, who our own Liam regularly coaches. His first ball was played respectfully back to the bowler, unfortunately Sawyer’s next ball was too hot to handle as the catch was taken by guess who in the covers. Liam offering no special treatment on that one.

Tyler changed ends to tidy up for his final 2 and took the off stump of Waterbeach’s strong keeper-batter sound 41. With the victory nailed down, the field tightened for the final few overs. Sawyer added a 3rd thanks to a comfortable catch by Toby at mid-on, demonstrating to the rest of the team how to do it when he is bowling. The lower order came in and played some risky shots, finishing the match with an aerial boundary over mid-off. The jags took the victory by a comfortable 40 runs.

The team retired to the Bull, where Ant came up trumps with a solid pizza order, earning forgiveness for the ball which he decided was not worthy of his fielding.

A beautiful evening ended with the Jags going 2 from 2 in the league, moving up to second in the table. Roll on the Sharks on Monday.

School's Out for Summer

 Jags 142-9 (Parrish 28*, Phillips 23*, Brett 23, Routledge 2-17, Ledenberg 2-20) beat The Leys 123-6 Ledenberg 25*, Avery 25*, Boyd 3-23, Brett 1-16) by 19 runs.

Man of the Match - Liam Brett

For many of us, this is our favourite fixture. It's like the first cold pint in a pub garden on that evening in May when it becomes just about warm enough to enjoy without freezing your cojones off. It just tells you the good times are coming, sunshine, summer, cricket and all that good stuff. It's also often our first fixture of the year, so is a portent of the things to come. 

 Here comes the sun, little darling, here comes the sun... it's alright...

We've played the Leys for just over 10 years. They have lovely grounds, the school and Latham road are both pristine and the setting makes us all appreciate the tangible benefits we didn't get, as our parents weren't rich and none of us had a private education.

A glorious sunny evening, a perfect setting and a platter of pre-game snacks, including surprisingly good vegan sausage rolls, was delivered to the ground for the start of proceedings and the strip looked more or less perfect. Ben Savage even commented, "I don't think we'll ever play at a nicer ground", oh how we laughed, you wait, Mr Savage, for later in the season.

Matt won the toss, and opted to bat, with the tried and tested partnership of Matt and Ant opening proceedings. Scoring kicked off at a good pace, with a few extras and Ant chipping in with a spanked 4 that I can recall. Early bowling looked pretty good, and the pre-game banter with Liam made it clear that lots of the players were qualified coaches, and one lady (Carla Rudd) had played in the actual Hundred tournament for the Southern Braves.

Ant was first to depart, bowled going for an almighty hoik to the legside for 5. Whilst he didn't contribute many runs, he did manage to entertain us with two contributions for the evening. He'd actually brought his own one person policewoman fan club with him tonight to cheer him on. He also told us he was out for a few weeks now as he is travelling to Orlando to compete in the world footgolf championships, or something.

Fardell strolled out and scored behind square early and Matt struck a crisp on the gallop drive back over the bowler's head. The bowling was pretty good to be honest, not viciously fast but accuate. Banter in the field was also generally quite solid as well as the sun dipped below the high trees to one side of the ground. Fardell was dropped twice, one an unbelievably easy caught and bowled chance that was harder to drop than it was to hold. The bowler is a coach no less as well. Matt presented a very tough late cut chance that was also dropped. Fardell perished next, basically not really playing a shot to one that was on the stumps, top of middle and off dislodged by a ball from our resident South African for the evening (there is always one) Ledenberg.

Threadgold walked out, new to fatherhood, and not looking that tired at all having welcomed Charlie into the world fairly recently. He pushed Matt onto his first retirement of the season, with a lovely square drive and a hook/pull for 6 that I can recall to get the skipper back on the benches, within easy reach of the platter of food.

Threadgold and Tom Cozzie played together for a while. Cozzie looked nervous early on, but was given the boost of confidence he needed by a thoroughly mad spell of bowling from Fung, who combined wides with no balls with goodness knows what to help Cozzie through early season nerves and into his stride with a straight drive back over the bowler's head. Threadgold kept rotating the strike and scoring was going well at not far off 10 per 8 ball over. The Saffer was much harder to play and Tom then fell bowled to one where he yorked himself a bit by coming too far down the track and down went the stumps.

Phillips wandered out, his wrist fractured so badly that medical science has given up on finding a cure, and his banter still the same as it ever is. He and Dan rotated strike nicely for a bit, before a collosal mix up. Dan cut behind point, Adam called yes, Dan said no - and then they met for a chat in the middle before Dan tried to remake his ground, falling agonisingly short following some good fielding work from Rudd. The good news in this passage of play was that Dan had been run out by an actual professional cricketer, a small silver lining, but it has to count as something.

 Here she is, using the evening to add a key Jags scalp to her Cricinfo page

Barker briefly joined Phillips, scoring a little before perishing hoiking it up high. We then had debutant Jake Boud welcomed to the crease, fresh off a 50 for Histon at the weekend and raring to go. Phillips scored a very nice clip behind square for 4, and kept the running going nicely at this point. Jake was getting his eye in, before Sam of the Leys decided to rare up his medium/fast engine and put an unplayable good length top of off delivery into the mix to send Jake packing.

Liam joined Adam and we were treated to the most delightful passage of play, where Phillips found his range somewhat, and Liam introduced an air of class to proceedings, with a lofted cover drive for 4 being the highlight of this, or indeed many an evening. He scored at both pace and with class to sail us past a hundred and on target for a nice looking total. A late cut sticks in the mind in particular, and when he perished, caught, it was to a similarly nice lofted cover drive, in keeping with the nature of his evening; even his dismissal was high class.

Mr Bennett joined Phillips for the last few balls, and hit a couple of singles to rotate strike and get us nicely to a 142 total, which felt around about a touch above par. Phillips managed a creditable 23* to finish, and had kept all those around him ticking over nicely throughout so we never got bogged down on scoring.

Bowling began, as it often does with Brett and Bennett. The light was dropping quite quickly, so we get a wriggle on. One opener scored two behind square on the ground first ball, before deciding that the aerial route was preferable, and chipping a high chance snaffled by Fardell at backward square.Bennett started well, wayward in parts, but mostly solid. Batsmen 2 and 3 took some time to get going, but eventually did, with both needing a bit of time to settle (Avery and Ledenberg) before unfurling a few nice shots, one a square cut and a couple of South African bludgeons past the bowler that I can recall. Bennett managed to stop a fairly certain 4 by wearing one on the arm off his own bowling, and stepped out of the attack, saved for death over duties.

Scoring was probably behind the rate, with bowling from both openers very solid, and some very good fielding from Threadgold, Bennett and Boyd that I can recall. The batsmen pressed on gamely, and both ended up retiring. Mr Ledenberg pulled out of a shot and had some choice words from some chat in the field as well, that was off putting and not sporting. The best part about this was that he managed to pull out of the shot and still hit the ball somehow. Madness.

The professional came to the crease, and was joined by someone called "unsure" in the book, or "Juaj" or something of that nature. Whoever he was he was sporting a swollen looking knee, having unwisely chosen to practice in the nets beforehand. Practice, sounds like cheating to me. Jake bowled the pro off an inside edge, a nice ball of verve in a good spell of bowling. We then got treated to Phillips fielding on the boundary, where he managed to do this best T-rex impression, and we all laughed. He took it well.

How Phillips actually reacted to a spot of good natured banter...

Another batsmen fell to Jake, this time caught by Barker at mid on. Leys were quite behind the rate here as the sun began to settle behind the trees, casting long shadows. Savage stepped into the attack and enjoyed the finely coiffured playing surface with his left arm balls seeing a spot of traction here and there. He eventually removed another, the book says "bowled Savage, caught Boud" but I don't think it quite captures what happened. Savage bowled a mid tracker, the batsman humped it towards deep square, 9 times out of ten it's a nice four, but Boud had other ideas and sprinted to his right, slid on his knees like an 80's rockstar on stage, and snaffled the chance whilst giving a nice late shout of "got it" to stop Mark somehow messing up a very crickety moment.

Phillips came into the attack and bowled an actually pretty decent spell, a bit of dross, but some pretty good stuff. Parrish had to be very alert behind the stumps mind - as outside off and legside were in play with every ball. 

Late in the game it looked like Leys were a long way off the rate, but the number 8 (Miller, who was about 2 meters tall) joined the game and was presented with some variable bowling from Mr Barker. He smote, or smited, the ball to all corners, in an eventful over that saw the Leys get within touching distance by hitting 20 from it. He fell next over, bowled by the irrepressible Boud (a close second for man of the match in my book).

Sam Coe joined proceedings at the end, and we know from previous years (most of them) that he can be very dangerous as an opponent, so the strategy was very much not to give him much of the strike. Savage finished his spell, economic with the one wicket and it fell to Bennett to see out the end with 24 needed from the last over. It was really quite dark, and we offered spin or slow bowling to the opposition, but they politely declined and Tyler did his usual twirly thing. They didn't get close in truth, and Coe took a single, and there was a 4, before he gave his stats a boost taking a wicket last ball.

Hands were shook and attendance at the Panton was good, although the tree in the courtyard had yacked sap all over the place, so it had a sticky feel underfoot. Most of the chat centered around golf and totally legal and legitimate poker games, with a modest few minutes given to how nice everyone is at the Leys, and a tiny bit of actual cricket chat.

Jags Overcome the Stench at Milton

Jags 66-6 (Brolia 25, Ranjit 17*, Fardell 16, Perisetla 3-5) beat Milton CC 65-9 (Day 16, Brett 3-9, Ranjit 2-3) by 3 wickets.

Man of the Match - Ranjit

Cricket is back, with our earliest start ever this year in the not at all pleasant environs of early May. The weather this year has been thoroughly non-conducive to cricket, with Spring and Summer both getting themselves confused with Winter. The day before this game was due to take place there was torrential rain and a flash flood in my village, and every other skipper I spoke to had their game called off a full 24 hours before the fixture. 

This week our opposition were a new team on the roster, Milton CC, who through some miraculous drainage, new covers, and general positive attitude, managed to get the game on in the surrounding gloom of a miserable looking evening. As an organiser I knew what was coming when the skies are grey, text message after text message - is the game on, are you sure, it looks grim outside, let's just go to the pub etc etc etc. Midweek evening cricket is on, until it is off. Them's the rules. If you have to turn up and shiver waiting for it to be called off, that is the price you pay. It's a thorough credit to Milton that we went ahead (even if most of them didn't turn up till 6 o'clock and the keys to the facilities were awol), with most of Cambridge under water and the weather looking grimmer by the minute, grey, and drizzly and miserable as we started.

Milton is a new venue for us, and we even have some players who live there. I managed to offend them by mentioning the Milton Pong on the what's app chat before the game - a local phenomenon that is so well known it made it onto the village Wikipedia page.

 "Milton; it's more than just an open air sewage plant" - The Milton Tourist Guide

This week saw two debutants, Mr Toby Purton and Mr Sabin Ranjit. The former a recruit from sister club Histon, and the latter an actual genuine Jagex employee. For 5/6 years now we've reduced the number of actual Jagexians in our ranks, so finding more talent in the ranks at Jagex we hope is a new thing.

Matt lost the toss (idiot), the opposition put themselves into bat, and we chose a 12 over 8 ball format to keep things short with the weather and light nature presented to us this week. There was a tiny teeny little blue gap in between the clouds, but thankfully for Milton it settled over the square for their innings. Opening the bowling our side were unemployed/career break/sabbatical Brett and Mr Benjamin Savage. We used a pink ball and the damp and clouds meant Liam had a riveting opening spell, proving almost impossible to get away and threatening most balls. Runs were slow and at a premium to start with. Savage bowled his languide left arm style, Brett was all fired up with verve and aggression throughout. Parrish behind the stumps started without a helmet, but decided to bring one on in the end to allow him to stand a little closer.

Some fielding happened, I can't recall much of it other than James Barker doing a textbook long barrier, and Phillips saying some things that were less offensive than his default. Perhaps it will take him a few games to get back to his obnoxious best. Ant sat down on the boundary boards right next to a bin full of dog poo. He'd do anything for a rest that lad.

The breakthrough came when Liam took a thoroughly deserved bowled, with a ball that I think ducked in a little bit from outside off to castle the opener. The first few batsmen tried to punish Savage more than Brett, purely as Brett was proving impossible to score from. Savage gamely partnered Liam to no early reward. Brett then removed the other opener, who tried to unleash a vicious shot, but ended up tickling it through to Parrish behind the stumps. He looked a bit bemused to be given out, but he was the only one in truth who didn't really understand that he had to go.

Toby Purton came in to bowl with a nice off spin style, very controlled and promising on debut. He wasn't trying to turn it much, more just accuracy and control. Things did happen in the field. Fardell stopped one at midwicket, Savage chased a boundary down and Coslett, sporting his best Headmaster jumper, stopped a couple here and there. Ant mostly just tried to find girls on Tinder, although I think the app has blocked him now as he has been through all of the content. 

Toby put one quicker ball down in his spell, and it took the batsman entirely by surprise, giving a certain LBW low, skidding and tough to defend in front of middle. The Milton skipper came out and immediately upped what had otherwise been a slow scoring rate. Brett then claimed his third wicket of the evening, the batsman trying to up the rate and pushing it high to Mr Phillips in the circle at midwicket. 

James Barker came in to replace Brett and looked twirly and threatening, but also a little loose at times, so some batsmen took a little bit of a shine to him. As the batsmen unfurled, Toby put a loose one in that was dispatched, but quickly bowled a batsman shortly thereafter with a fairly standard wicket to wicket ball that he just missed. Barker gamely pressed on and eventually bowled a player, although whether the ball did anything or the batsman just had a mare, I can't recall.

Sabin came into the attack for one over. It was eventful. Slow fairly accurate and quite skiddy spin meant it was hard to get away. The Milton Captain had scored a fair few and tried to take him on. Sabin then bowled the slowest ball I can recall seeing in cricket that wasn't also loopy - and the batsman took the shot on, got all the way through it and fell over in a twirling heap a good 3 seconds before the ball got anywhere near him. It then gently passed his prone frame on the ground and plinked the stumps. The only wonder was that the ball was so slow, I thought the bails might not actually come off. It was the epitome of village cricket.

I chipped in with some comedy fielding, diving over one ball, and then turning round to a skied chance, ran all the way to it (maybe 6 feet from me) and didn't make any effort to catch it. Barker had covered some 25 meters to get close, and probably didn't take it as I got in the way. I'm here to make a contribution fellas, but it's often more for comedy value.

Savage returned for the last over and Sabin bowled another batsman, before Savage chipped in with the all important last wicket to leave Milton on 65-9, all out as they had only 10 players. Mentions go to Parrish behind the stumps keeping things pretty tight, and to the pitch, which had the least consistent bounce I can recall of any season.

At the turn, we would have been pretty confident with this total. 

 It turns out our confidence was perhaps a tad misplaced

However, Milton had decided to bring a lot of bowling, and they had also arranged for the small patch of blue sky that had loitered over the square to disappear, and to be replaced by some dreary drizzle instead. Parrish and Ant opened the batting and honestly, it looked very tough from the side. Parrish never really settled after offering a fine edge to the keeper first ball, and Perisetla from one end was bowling like an absolute demon, perhaps aided by the conditions, but still it was a brilliant opening spell. Ant looked a little more certain, he ran a single and then took a bit of a shine to the other opener, biffing a 4. Parrish fell shortly thereafter to a really tough ball, trying to score he saw middle and leg demolished.

Ant was joined by Phillips and decided that attacking the other opener was the right thing to do, he plundered two 4's and a 6 from an over to get us going to almost 30 after 4 overs. The other opener maintained his ridiculously high standards, and bowled Phillips with what I might call an inducker - full and hard to defend. Fardell then joined Ant for about ten seconds, before Ant perished hoiking one high into the deep. He'd looked in fabulous touch, playing on a different pitch and against different bowlers to pretty much everyone else, and had even given me some tips in the middle. The rain was coming down and the bowlers were bringing the pain - and suddenly a modest target felt a long way off. 

Cozzie joined me, kept out a few balls, before he fell bowled to a pretty good full ball with the score having not advanced. Barker then joined the fray to face the comically unplayable Perisetla. He kept out a ball before being bowled by one that shot low, trying out a lovely looking drive that didn't quite make contact. The opposition laughed at this, and offered that perhaps he had thought this pitch would play like the pristine ground at Histon. No gorgeous cover drives are suitable for a Milton pitch, apparently!

Sabin joined me on debut, we were 30-5 and, appropriately enough given the venue, quite clearly in the shit. The rain continued and Sabin and I set about trying to not get out in contrasting fashion. Both of us just tried to get bat on ball, Sabin with technique and me with hand eye coordination. The Milton team were very very chirpy at this point, and there were a lot of dot balls, but having wickets in hand was key. Sabin took a leg stump guard and we tried to manipulate the ball through gaps in a packed infield, but the long grass and good bowling hampered the boundary rate, with dots and singles being the order of the day. I almost played out an 8 ball maiden in pursuit of us not losing another wicket. It was a war of attrition.

The other thing that hampered the scoring rate was Sabin failing to bring spikes - on a sodden pitch having not played in a while, he managed to turn 2's and 3's into singles, and comically fell on his arse on at least 3 times I can remember trying to turn around for the next run. On one occasion he fell so hard, half the opposition team crowded round to check he was alright, as his feet slid forwards, his body stayed still, legs went up, bat went flying and he hit the ground hard enough to cause a noticeable thud and a dent in the ground.

Sabin stealing a cheeky single

The weather continued in miserable fashion, and sawdust appeared to allow the bowlers to continue. As we ticked along to 40 then 50, slowly slowly, something changed in the mood, and a couple of full tosses in the 10th over allowed us to hit a couple of 4's to relieve the pressure coming into the home straight. The 11th over was tight for 3 runs, and we got to the last over needing 6 from 8 to win. We started with a two, and as we were within sight, with players in the hutch, I tried to finish the game with a big hit, and missed, being bowled off my pads. The bowler game me a right good send off, which was funny, but also oddly nice as it suggested I'd done something cricket worthy in not very cricket like conditions.

Brett joined the fray and 4 runs were taken from 3 balls to get us where we needed to be with 3 balls to spare. It was very tense, not aided by the weather, the bowling and the ice skating performance of Sabin's footwear, but we got there. Despite the low score, it was one of those tense games which flipped massively during the Milton fielding stint, not least owing to the utterly ridiculous Perisetla figures of 3-0-5-3 and it felt like we'd recovered from a very difficult position mid innings.

Off to the Lion and Lamb went many for food and beer. The game was live scored, something of a novelty for us. Ant didn't make the pub, perhaps someone swiped right when he was sat next to the dog bin?

Fixture List 2023

I'm late to the blog this season, as we already have one fixture under our belts. I have done all of the important things though, not least insurance, cricket board affiliations, grounds and all that jazz.

We have 14 fixtures this year, a combination of league and friendly, and the roster looks as below.

 

Date	Opposition	Ground
Wednesday 10th May	Milton	Milton
No Fixture
Tuesday 23rd May	Leys	Latham Road
Wednesday 31st May	Deloitte	Queens
Thursday 8th June	Waterbeach	Queens
Monday 12th June	Sharks	Queens
Wednesday 21st June	Swaffham	Swaffham
Thursday 29th June	Dobblers	Queens
Thursday 6th July	Madingley Mulch	Queens
Thursday 13th July	Qualcomm	Queens
Thursday 20th July	CTS	Queens
Thursday 27th July	Cambourne Bombers	Queens
Wednesday 2nd August	Histon	Histon
Thursday 10th August	Sharks	Queens
Thursday 17th August	NCI	Kings (to confirm)