League Fixtures 2025

 League Fixtures

MW	WC	Date	Ground	Opposition	Notes
1	5th May	Thursday 8th May	CUP	CUP	Friendly
2	12th May	Thursday 15th May	Latham Road	The Leys	Friendly
3	19th May	Monday 19th May	Queens	Sharks	Friendly
4	26th May	Thursday 29th May	Cambourne	Cambourne 2’s	League
5	2nd June	Wednesday 4th June	Queens	Barrington	League
6	9th June	Wednesday 11th June	Swaffham	Swaffham	League
7	16th June	Wednesday 18th June	Queens	Tamil Sangnam	League
8	23rd June	Wednesday 25th June	Queens	Waterbeach	League
9	30th June	Wednesday 2nd July	Queens	Madingley Mulch	League
10	7th July	Tuesday 8th July	Queens	Kingston Dons	League
11	14th July	Wednesday 16th July	Queens	Stapleford Phoenix 1	League
12	21st July	Wednesday 23rd July	Queens	TTP	League
13	28th July	Wednesday 30th July	Queens	Milton	League
14	4th August	Monday 4th August	Queens	IPH	Friendly
15	11th August	Thursday 14th August	Histon	Histon	Friendly

League Fixture Planning Meeting

Since the Jags became part of the Cambridge Business House League - I've dealt with the lovely people who do the administration that keeps this show on the road. We're very grateful to Jane Reeson and assorted fold at the Cambridgeshire Cricket Association, Cambridgeshire Cricket Board and the Fraser Daws insurance for allowing this all to happen as it does. No small amount of effort goes into organising it, with online forms, emails, safety assessments and the associated safeguarding that is in important part of the modern world. 

Then there is, quite possibly the hardest part, getting grown men who want to do a thing to coordinate in doing said thing. My fellow men are, by and large, absolutely useless at this for reasons I do not fully understand.

So, to make this easier, the Cambridge Business House League is arrange at a pub. No matter how useless British men are, they can reliably be pushed to go to a pub.

As a result on a random Monday in February that is always close to Valentine's Day, we go to a pub called the Dobblers in Cambridge and pass little pieces of paper round trying to figure out when we can play each other.

Genuinely the inside of the Dobblers pub, albeit this looks pretty clean...

The league rules are read, people drink pints and run around trying to figure out who is who, and organise fixtures. It's chaotic, and mad, but it's in a pub and somehow within 30 minutes most people are sorted with 10 or so fixtures for the season. It's absolute witchcraft.

Pubs are magical places, they get men to come together and achieve things like pretty much nothing else I know.

And so, we have 14 fixtures lined up - 9 league games and 5 friendlies, that are posted in this blog. 

This year we operate in Division 2 after being thoroughly relegated last year.

I was happy to note that some of our friends from Histon have formed a team called "The Kingston Dons" named after a noted pub in Cambridge, and we will be playing them this year. We'll also reacquaint ourselves with Swaffham, Tamil Sangnam, Madingely Mulch, Stapleford Phoenix and Milton.

New faces this year are TTP, IPH and Barrington - as well as a smattering of friendlies against our usual friends.

The weather is looking up, cricket will be here soon!

2025 Season Planning Underway

Dear Blog Readers, all 3 of you, I wanted to give you an update for the planning for the 2025 season for the Jags.

This time of year it is dreary and dull, and thoughts turn towards having something to look forward to. Most of us start planning holidays, thinking of career moves, debate changing partners for an upgrade, or go to this mythical place I have heard of called a "gym". 

Personally, for as long as I can remember, in order to get through the quiet winter months I start planning and thinking of the cricket season to come. Thoughts turn towards players new and returning, the venerable old grounds we get to play at, the Red Bull pizza menu, and as the light begins to return to our evenings, I am heartened at the thought of the fun to come.

We've been part of the Cambridge Business House League for a few seasons, last year we tried our hand at Division 1 with, it must be said, limited success, and a thoroughly deserved relegation. We're looking forward to returning to the more comforting environment of Division 2 this season. The season kick off meeting is normally a slightly unusual affair at the Dobblers pub, with scraps of paper and numbers exchanged in a very old fashioned sort of manner.

I've got 3 friendlies in the offing already, two against the Sharks and one against the Leys School before the season kick off meeting has begun. We're also looking at Queens this year as our mostly home ground and hope to play there as often as physically possible, lovely as it is. I'd love to have a death bench with my name on placed there at some point, saying something like, "Mark Edward Fardell 1982-2100 - He sat here a lot watching other people on his team bat".

We're once more signed up to the Cambridgeshire Cricket Association, and the Cambridgeshire Cricket Board and Fraser Daws are helping us be insured for general trips and slips and life changing injuries caused by Tyler's bowling.

I also have a "pending" criminal records bureau background check to come (fingers crossed they don't search the police records overseas - I had rather too much fun in Estonia once). I will shortly be doing my third "Safe Hands" course, which is a bit like a speed awareness course, but less fun and a bit simpler (Q: Should You? A - be a bad man or B be a good man). Last year I understand one person failed it in the County, which I think should disqualify him from being allowed to ever leave his house again.

On the subject of failing tests - a small personal confession. I failed my driving theory test once, 29/35, which I think is pretty common. I also failed my driving practical test twice before passing third time. On my second test, I failed to stop at a zebra crossing where a group of school children and a teacher were waiting to cross quite patiently. The instructor made me turn the next corner, pull in and park, turn the car off and hand him the keys and told me he was, "terminating this test in the interests of public safety". I then had to get out of the car and swap seats with the instructor and he drove me back to the test centre past some of my then schoolfriends; the ultimate teenage humiliation. Despite this, my Mum saw the car come into the test centre and when I got out, she asked if it had gone well...

So, if anyone needs a lift this year, just bear that little paragraph in mind before you ask me.

As ever, I plan to write more as well, or at least use my best endeavours. More content is better than small amounts of curated content I feel. 

The times are a bit weird in the world right now, but cricket will always have it's earthy place to ground us. In a strange way cricket is a quite absurd, but enjoyable as a pastime, so perhaps it is a microcosm of the madness around us right now, a mirror to nature if you will.

Let the games begin.

Mulched

Jags 147-8 (Meldal 59, Phillips 28*, Parrish 27 Raju 3-21) lost to Madingley Mulch (Pitigala 86*, F Christie 2-25) by 7 wickets

MOTM - Meldal

Having decided last week to lose by batting first and not putting enough runs on the board, this week we decided to put enough runs on the board and lose by fielding badly. We are finding new and innovative ways of losing lately. Good opposition mind.

Queens this week and these fellas from last year who moved with us from Division's 2 through to 1.

Matt and Freddie opened well. Matt was struggling to time it against some really challenging bowling. Freddie was at it from the off though, looking in fine touch. Matt playing second fiddle is unusual, but what he did phenomenally throughout was strike rotation. He wasn't timing it, but if you tip and run and rotate, you accumulate nicely. Team cricket is often about finding a way, and Matt knows this intimately. Some weeks you time it well, some weeks you don't. Some weeks it's chance free, some weeks it isn't. Each week finds its own path. This week it was ugly and hard, but it worked.

Matt all geared up and ready to find out what the cricketing gods have in store for him this week

Freddie was scoring all round the ground looking in lovely touch. A square drive 4 sticks in my mind somewhat as well as all the 4's being proper cricket shots. Matt eventually fell having helped get us to 79-1 from 10 or so, bowled by one that kept low. Benjamin Sawyer, father of Micah, was then welcomed to proceedings for the first time this year. He didn't hang about, choosing to go early on one that went high and was safely snaffled by the bowler.

Barker then strolled out and edged his first to the keeper. The bowler was on a hat trick and I strolled out to face it. Batting on a hat trick ball for the second week in a row. What are the odds. The really odd thing was they didn't change the field or anything, like some emotionless bunch. I survived it, then hit a pretty nice 2 that the assembled throng cheered like it was a cover driven 6 for some reason. 

I fell to an LBW appeal, that was almost not given as the bowler forgot to appeal for about 10 seconds. Then gently enquired and I was sent packing. It was plumb(er) than Mario and Luigi.

Oh no, he's out. Mamma Mia.

In a recurring theme of the evening, the opposition didn't show anything resembling emotion for any wicket whatsoever. No celebrations, hardly an appeal. It was eerily quiet.

Phillips joined Meldal for a bit and he was a strong contender for MOTM, as he got us going again after 3 quick wickets with his trade mark fast running and his trade mark "Phillips-Scoop" where he walks across his stumps and shovels it to square leg. It's a shot that defies description for even the most prose-laden of scribes.

Meldal fell after a sporting innings, for 59, to one that stayed a touch lower. Phillips was helped by Baker for a bit, but George fell to a great caught and bowled around the ankles, that the bowler didn't celebrate. It felt like we were playing against a team composed of people who had called the Samaritans switchboard that day as things were not going so well. Silent, emotionless.

Sabin joined Phillips and it was all sprinted runs before he fell bowled. Phillips then ran out Fraser Christie first ball. He's one of the top 3 cricket players in his family. Tyler joined his good old pal Phillips at the death and scored a spiffing 4 to help us get to 147-8.

Bennet and Sausage opened the bowling, and once more we had a gun bat opening, so what did we do - we decided not to catch him. They comfortably scored off both openers. The opener was dropped by Mr Sawyer at short cover, but he may have been put off by Mr Parrish looming large with the gloves right behind him. Both Sausage and Bennet came in for some contrasting tap. Barker joined the bowling for a bit but also went wicketless and the opener cruised to 50, untroubled.

We then dropped the same guy again in the deep on 50 - I think Barker or Tyler, they look so alike. 

75-0 and Matt tossed the cherry to F Christie, who twirled his arms like a ballerina, but got the breakthrough, with some nice penetrating bowling. Outside off, good length and Matt completed a tough stumping (it was very wide). Fraser subsequently bowled another, and his bowling is really quite hard to score from and also quite threatening.

Bennett then came back for Barker and won the "Worst thing of the Night" award. The batsmen pushed off for a single. Tyler got to the ball and showing an admirable, complete and total lack of anything resembling game awareness, tried to direct hit run out the other batsman who at that point was on 0 - not the guy who was on 50 and cruising, but was vulnerable to being run out. Bravo, Tyler. I'd suggest you walk home to give yourself time to think about things.

Phillips and I kept up the chirp. I also stopped an absolute screamer at point from the man who was batting well. George did some good work in the deep and then got an over for his trouble.

Sawyer decided to bring it home for them conceding 3 6's from the opener, with two of them possibly being catchable at just over head height for F Christie. He ended up on 86*. 

Anatomy of a Burger

After our last game against Cambourne, we went to the pub and had a pint and a burger. I ate burgers how I have eaten burgers in a restaurant since I was a child, and Matt was utterly shocked at how I do it. So here is the story behind the beer and burger.

Brown and yellow bits = good / green, red and purple bits = bad

I'm quite habitual in nature. Doing things over and over again that I like, in the way that I like, makes me happy. Some people put this down as weird, ADHD or whatever. I figure if it makes you happy and doesn't harm anyone else, then keep on doing it, sport.

This habitual thing used to work quite well when it came to batting in cricket for me. It may well work again, who knows. I enjoy it though, it worked before, so I'll keep doing it.

A long time ago in Devon when I was 7 we went on a family holiday to Torbay, near Paignton. This was the 80's, and eating out and takeaway food was much less prevalent than it is now. We ate everything home or school cooked, other than the occasional takeaway fish and chips. It was a different time, and for people of a certain vintage, this will feel familiar. When I explain it to youngsters, they seem to think I must have been Oliver Twist's twin brother. Kids nowadays with their Tik Toks, and their YouTube, and their total absence of rickets - they don't know they're born. We had no mobile phones, 4 TV channels and smoking was still cool.

Going on holiday was the first time I had encountered a sit down restaurant. Choosing what you want from a menu as a treat, it was new and exciting and unexpected. This was to be my first burger and chips. In the restaurant of the hotel we were staying in, which I think was called the Inn on the Green.

The burger turned up, as these things do, with lots of salad in it, much like the picture above. I was 7. I didn't want the salad. What child of that age thinks, yummy, time for some nice organic lettuce. So I asked my Mum if I could remove it from the burger. Using her top drawer parenting skills: she knew if she said no, there was a good chance I wouldn't eat the burger; if she said yes, I was missing out on vital nutrients essential for my development. So she compromised (the key to all parenting, in my experience) and said - you can take the salad out of the burger as long as you eat everything on your plate.

So this is what I did. I removed the lettuce, tomato and gherkin and re-assembled my burger without the rabbit food bit. I ate each of the salad like things, warmed by the burger, individually. I then really really enjoyed the burger and chips, essentially inhaling both without chewing. I have done this with certain foods ever since. My brain tells me that if I eat the thing I don't like, and finish with the thing I do, I will be happy. So that is what I do.

This habit also plays into my core Britishness - I want to order the thing off the menu with the minimum of fuss. I find the idea of talking to a waiter and saying, "can you customise my burger by removing the gherkin" confrontational and threatening in a socially awkward way. So I don't want to do it. I'd much rather order the thing as it is, then "fix" it on my plate, whilst also disposing of the evidence that I have corrected the salad like injustice the chef has decided to impose upon my palate.

If this makes me weird, then I am happy to be weird.

Cambourne Bombered - The Chris Mailes Game

Jags 101-10 (Parrish 39*, Barker 25, Duffy 3-13) lost to Cambourne CC 102-2 (Hasan 72*, Savage 1-16) by 8 wickets

MOTM - Barker

I would hazard a guess that when we've lost games where we are in fact the main reason for the loss, 9 times out of 10, they are lost by us letting ourselves down in the fielding department. Dropped catches, missed stumpings and run outs, or choosing to give a batsman scoring freely 9 lives or so. 

This game was thoroughly lost by us not putting on anything resembling a decent total as a whole host of us just threw our wickets away in a bizarre performance of inept batting. It's not really like us, but it did happen. I was there to witness it and played my part.

Some regulars had declined to attend owing to a game of kick ball being played in Germania on this particular evening. Also, Chris Mailes cancelled with less 

Parrish and Meldal started proceedings. Meldal fell early to a skied chance, with one that stuck in the pitch. Boudy then edged behind to the keeper first ball, meaning I had to wander out to face a hat-trick ball. I survived that (by closing my eyes no less), but never settled,  and was bowled middle stump with an ungainly hoick to try and get going. We were 3 runs for 3 wickets, in less than 2 overs, and Matt was pulling that face he's had to pull a few times - the "oh my goodness, do I have to do this all myself again!".

How I currently look to every single bowler I face

Barker came in, and as Matt hoped, he stuck around facing the majority of the strike. After a false start of sorts, we got going, with strike rotation, shots and fun times from these two gents. Barker was particularly strong down the wicket and on the sweep, and Parrish was walloping it when he got to face it, which was not very often. This propelled us to 50 odd runs, which had seemed quite out of reach 2 overs in.

Barker eventually perished, just not quite hitting one down the ground and being caught. Warburton came in, a late sub, and gamely ran and pushed lots of singles to keep the rate up. Matt was still really not facing much of the ball at all, but he was still there, and that is important for reasons.

Warburton then ran himself out chasing a non-existent run. It was good he ran himself out, as this mean Matt might get to face some more bowling at some point. Sabin joined Matt and ran an all action 4. This prompted one of favourite moments of the evening (I was umpiring so could hear) when Matt called Sabin over for a chat between overs and just said to Sabin words to the effect of - "you look tired after running 4, so we're going to pretend to be having a long chat about tactics and what not, but the truth is just stay here for a bit, I'll talk and you catch your breath fella". 

Sabin and Matt got us to 84-6, when Sabin fell bowled. P Cooper joined Matt. They moved things along, but then Paul was caught and bowled to a very nice ankle high grab. G Baker joined Matt for a bit, and we were fast running out of partners for our skipper. 

Baker fell, run out to a suicide 2 leaving us at 101-8 with 16 balls to go. Matt carefully instructed Tyler to rotate the strike and give Matt a chance to get us to 120. Tyler went hard first ball and was caught. 101-9. Sausage then strolled out and Matt gave him the exact same talk, nothing silly, let's play out the over and get me on strike. He then pitched it up for an easy catch. Team hat trick to finish. 101 all out.

Matt somehow went through a 106 ball innings and only faced 34 balls. I would say that 7 or so of our wickets were thrown away and defending 101 is, erm, not likely on a nice deck.

Not to spoil it for you, but we didn't defend it. We seemed to have decided that if we hadn't batted well, then we didn't need to field well either.

Bennett and Sausage opened up. Sausage bowled really well, castling one of the openers at 22-1. Their other opener, playing in sunglasses, was hitting some absolutely class shots from the off and looked the man to get if we had even a slim chance of defending this meagre total.

Barker came in for Bennett. We then dropped their opener the first time (P Cooper, covers). Barker then extracted their number 3 with a catch to leave it at 59-2 to give us the tiniest bit of hope.

The amount of hope we had at this point

We were lost at this point really, so we just chirped, chirped and chirped some more. I was particularly proud of saying, "come on boys, net run rate is a factor here" when the batsmen briefly slowed down, causing both umpires to bend over laughing. I'm contributing somehow, lads.

We then dropped their opener again (cow ish - J Barker), in keeping with the theme of the evening. None was an easy chance, but if you're going to drop one, make it not the guy who is scoring all the runs. Cooper came in for an over, and was hit about a fair bit.

They got there in 11 overs. We put too few on the board to have a chance, and then didn't really give ourselves a chance in the field. The chirp was good. We went to the pub and talked about burgers.

If Chris Mailes has turned up, we were certain to have won this at a canter. He didn't, so we lost, and we will never ever forget it.

Also Chris, pay your match fees.

Youngsters bring the music in low scoring burner

Jags 107/4 (Meldal 50*, Murray C 25*, Bennett 15) beat Cambridge NCI 106/7 (Furlow 30, B Savage 20-2) by 6 wickets.

MOTM - Meldal

This friendly didn't feel like a 20/20 game for reasons I will go into below, but we'll still take our third win of the season at Queens. 

NCI won the toss and elected to bat, as is their right. We started with Messrs Bennett and Barker. Both bowled quite well, but honest to goodness the batsmen just spent the first 6/7 overs not trying to hit a thing. It was block block block and I almost fell asleep standing up in the field as there was no scoring or even attempts at scoring. They had crawled to 13 or so after 7 overs without loss (all scored by one of the batsmen). Well done fellas, keeping those wickets for the explosive finish. 

Spoiler alert: there was no explosive finish.

After 6 overs, Matt realised he would need to change things if we were to actually get any time batting, so he turned and threw the cherry to Phillips replacing Bennett (who had an economy of 1.33). Phillips actually bowled quite well, a combination of looseners feeding them some runs and better balls. It was very box of chocolates/Forrest Gump, which was good for the game situation.

Phillips, you never know watchya gonna get

Barker eventually took out the first wicket of one of the openers. Who fell for 0. From 15 balls. With not a single shot of intent played at any point. They even turned down pretty easy singles. Caught by Meldal. Barker then stepped out of the attack for Mr Savage.

The batsmen slowly crawled to 28-1 off 9 overs. A low 60's score was in prospect, and people were so disinterested in the snoozefest ahead of them that one of them (let's call him Ant), just let a ball sail past him that was easily gettable to help give them some runs.

The batsmen slowly began to accumulate runs and things started to get somewhere. Not somewhere exciting mind. Just somewhere. I recall Savage really not fancying a skied catch off his own bowling, and it was still really rather slow. Mr M Christie was doing some nice things behind the stumps. Phillips then got the other opener, caught by Felix Day on debut. This left him with one more wicket than Mr Bennett in this game, but of course he is far too modest to mention such things and certainly wouldn't tell Tyler over and over again about this feat.

The runs were still not quite flowing - so desperate times called for desperate measures, and I was called into the, [ahem], attack to perhaps offer a few generous nice gentle runs to the opposition. Benjy got a wicket, probably deserved, the batsman top edged it and Murray took the unorthodox overhand wicket keeper catch with the gloves position in front of the stumps. He was just trying to entertain us all by making it look hard.

Then my turn. A couple of very slow dots, were followed by a ball that should never be allowed in cricket. I bowled an almost two bounce legside wide, short, hitting a 4th stump outside leg stump. All the batsman had to do was get out the way and it was a no ball or wide, or even both to be honest. He didn't do that. He tried to get in position to hit it. What followed defied all physics. He somehow stopped the ball from bouncing twice with his left leg, which flicked it upwards onto his right leg. His right leg then sort of twitched and his knee hit the ball onto leg stump with all the force of a feather floating from the sky. It was, however, somehow enough to dislodge the bails.

No one celebrated. I was in shock and the batsman trudged off. There was silence and then just laughter. The rest of the over saw a single a dot and a wide. So I had 1 wicket for 3 runs from an over we had put on to give them some fun.

If there was a tale about a race between a snail and a Fardell bowled ball, the snail would win.

Savage and I continued and they really still didn't pick up the pace, but at least they scored some runs here and there. I gave a more generous second over, throwing pies down and the batsmen realising that no, this wasn't some Jedi mind trick, it really is just slow loopy unthreatening bowling so tried to hit it. Well done lads. There was a further moment of comedy introduced by my bowling where I bowled a slow over head height full toss and neither umpire made any signal - so I had to sheepishly say to them, "gents, I just bowled a no ball, do you want to signal for it to the scorers?". They obliged. The umpires where the opening batsmen at this point, languid it seems even when umpiring.

Savage and I were replaced by Boud and Felix Day. Felix got a wicket stumped and saw another dropped by Phillips and I, as neither of us really went for it. Boud did not get a wicket. Parrish replaced Boud, really eager to try and give them some runs, and he did. There was then a Bennett run out at the end and NCI had managed 106-7. 

It was a low total - we had done our best to inflate it, but despite the juicy pies on offer, NCI had just not been hungry.

The chase was pretty straightforward from what I recall. Meldal and Ant started, with Freddie taking a little time to get going, and Ant losing his leg stump early - with his beau watching on the sidelines (she somehow missed his wicket).

Murray and Freddie then accumulated nicely. Freddie eventually took a shine to one bowler and biffed 4,4,6,4 in one over to end up retiring on a nice round 50.

Boud joined things for a bit. Murray hit four lovely consecutive shots for 0, a late cut, a cover drive then two more lovely late cuts. His Dad was following proceedings from afar on PlayCricket and indicated he was disappointed with the 60 strike rate he ended up with.

Boud fell caught having a slap and Felix Day joined us on debut. He found it hard to score, but was a willing runner, but ending up bowled top of off. 

We then sent Tyler in to bat, he wasted no time walloping the ball here and there. Jags comfortably ahead of the rate, and we got a Tyler 6, deep square, absolute wallop, and it was dropped by Phillips over the rope for good measure. He fell LBW for 15 from 7, and all he could do as he left the ground was shout, "I hit a 6!" like some excited puppy.

Barker brought things to a close with Murray as we cruised home in the 17th over with 6 wickets to spare, finishing with a Barker 4.

It was a slightly odd game because we lost the toss, and they never really looked like putting a total together, but we still had fun and went to the pub. I reckon somewhere out there the openers are telling their wives or girlfriends that they had a great role in a 3 day test match. It didn't ruin the game, but lads, at some point you have to hit out or get out.