Season Incoming - and a Tribute to a Former Player

It's just over 4 weeks until the start of the season. We have 15 consecutive games, 1 a week, starting on my birthday - the 8th of May. I'll be 43 years young and I'm sure the team have been sorting a whip round to buy me some cricket lessons. 

We have 5 friendlies and 10 league fixtures in the calendar, with a smattering of teams we know well, or who are new to the roster, or who we haven't played for a season or two. Lots of nice grounds to play at as well.

I'm thoroughly looking forward to it having invested in a new set of Dukes midweek balls, they look very fetching and I'm sure a 50 or a Pfeiffer is incoming for one or other of the Jags players this year. 

We've shifted away from Thursdays to Wednesdays as much as possible, to help with availability this year. I plan to still use WhatsApp and Play-Cricket - but hope to also bring Teamo into the mix this year. If I can figure out how to use it. Being imminently 43, I find technology is getting to the stage where I cannot keep up. I must be getting old.

The Jags as a ragtag team of many years has been going since 2010. Some think it first played in 2011, but there was a one off fixture against Mills and Reeve in 2010 at Churchill College which we lost. Justin Edwards and Paul Broadbridge opened the batting, with Justin getting a 25*, we posted a perfectly adequate total and they saw it off and it felt like the start of something fun. I got a golden duck that day, for anyone who cares to know, bowled whilst swiping wildly at a slow ball from a Mr Jamie Wheatley if memory serves when a period of consolidation would have been better for the team. I have since learned, literally nothing, from this incident.

Having been around for so long we have had a large number of players over the years come and go, and some stick in the mind. I feel a pastoral or paternal responsibility for these people, and a list of my 2022 wedding attendees if one was discoverable would be a testament to the deep and enduring ties that a mid-week amateur cricket team can form between people who like cricket and beer.

One chap who sticks in the mind, and who played for us for several reasons was Mr William Kingsmill, possibly the heir to the Kingsmill fortune. He was of a type that you often see in cricket at this level with height and a tall rangey bowling action that looks like it was delicately coached in the environs of some posh school where they had things like housemasters, recess, learnt Latin and his fellow pupils had names like Tarquin and Reginald. In truth, I know nothing of his education, but he had that sort of air about him - curated, taught, honed to his craft. He got us a lot of wickets, and kept the scoring down, and pitched in at the bottom of the order with his batting. He had one stroke, it was a scythe through the line, hit it to cow corner or bust - which was oddly effective for the two balls it worked, before the bowler realised and put it outside off.

He had a modest, quiet and unassuming air, likable, working for the team in the field, a big arm and he just struck you as very happy to be participating in this sporting endeavour which was, in truth probably about 12 miles below his actual standard. Also, I recall him bringing an old style coffin cricket bag to his first few games, and plonking it outside the changing rooms to silently intimidate anyone who knew what a bag of that ilk meant. In my head it had been handed down from father to son through the family line, had been monogrammed in gold stencil, and probably had some spear damage on the surface that it has received at the battle of Rorke's Drift. Midweek cricket, for the encounters it creates is enhanced for having this sort of character. 

I still recall what I regard as his finest wicket for us - before he disappeared off to Laandaan with its better pay and career opportunities (pfft). We were playing a team recorded somewhere in this blog and he opened the bowling. There was some pre-game chat about putting Ant at slip, and the opening batsman was recognised by all our midweek cricketers as being someone to be feared. He took his guard, doing that funny thing where they take the bails off the stumps, and bash some sort of pattern into the crease, looking up at the sky to determine how the angle of the sun will impact their cover drive foot motion and how many reference points they need. He had the air of someone who was going to shortly be scoring a lot of runs with giddy, but technically correct, abandon.

Will took his epic run up starting position, thundered into the crease and delivered a pitch perfect good length ball on off. The batsman moved forward, bat covering off stump in a forward defensive motion that Wisden could have used for illustration purposes. The ball then gripped as it landed, moved slightly away off the deck, took the edge of the bat, and it angle straight into Ant at slip, where he held it with a combination of hands and belly. The opener ducked his head and politely walked off. It was a moment of such purity that it had no place in a midweek game of such a low standard. Then we all celebrated like school kids on the last day of term, the rest of the game happened (it's in here somewhere if you want to search for it) and we went to the pub, because of course we did.

I still think of that wicket every season, and it reminds me of Mr Kingsmill and all the thoroughly enjoyable experiences he gave us on a cricket field. Wherever you are sir, we continue to salute you.

Once a Jag, always a Jag.

The Importance of a Level Playing Field

I've been following the Champions Trophy of late, as this time of year is very much a time where I look forward to the prospect of cricket to come - and as a result consume any media relating to cricket overseas. This also allows me to read things during the present tumultuous times without having to consume actual news, which of late has been universally rubbish, filled with all the worst things and people; like a throwback from the mid-war period of the 20th Century with nations and people trying to out-compete each other for who can say and do the most awful thing. History doesn't look kindly on this sort of behaviour, but sadly we have to live in the here and now and figure out what to make of it all as it evolves around us.

I keep half expecting Dick Dastardly to announce he is running for President of the World, with major policy ambitions to fly around in a weird biplane dropping comically large cartoonish bombs using a dog on random places he doesn't like, and to declare he will imprison all cartoon characters he doesn't get on with (so all of them) - with his election posters featuring the likes of Yogi Bear and Scooby Doo looking sad behind bars. In our present times, somehow some people would say, "I'd vote for that!", and I'd quietly shake my head and try to carry on being nice to everyone.

Anyway, I digress. Things I've enjoyed at the Champions Trophy have been Ben Duckett's mega 165 against Australia - particularly as he never really looks like he's that good, short, slightly ungainly and not the most athletic, yet accumulates runs in a pleasing way that makes players like me think, if he can, perhaps, perhaps... The England v Australia game was, despite us coming out on the wrong side of it, a thrilling fixture. The other notable points that stick in my head were the Josh Inglis slaughterhouse innings of 100 in 77 balls, and Afghanistan's Zadran hitting 177 on the way to a defeat of England.

England haven't done well, and Jos Buttler has had to step down, but you have to admire how England have been on the wrong end of most of the tournaments best moments in an almost comically consistent fashion. Seeing Afghanistan with the ever likable Jonathan Trott as their coach do well, is quite heartening - although there is an added complexity even here given how women's sports in Afghanistan, including the women's team, is banned. There is at least a positive postscript here that Cricket Australia has stepped up in such an admirable fashion to give them a home from home, and hopefully one day the wheels of social progressiveness will turn in their favour again.

One thing I categorically have not liked is the India team having all their games in Dubai, at the same ground, with the same hotel, training pitch and conditions for all their games and no travel. It also seems like a decision has been made purely out of financial greed and bias, with a lack of integrity featuring quite heavily.

Maybe cricket is not that different to world affairs after all. Dick Dastardly would be proud.

They may have engraved India's name on the trophy before the tournament began

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.