Glamorgan 96 for 2 (Rudolph 34*, Lloyd 31) beat Surrey 93 (Van der Gugten 4-14) by eight wickets.

To The Oval! …on Thursday evening for the first Surrey home t20 fixture of the season.

Having watched the Essex slappers being hit around the park last Friday, a home fixture against a half-decent Glamorgan side should have been something of a formality for the ‘rrey.

Oh dear.

It got off to a very odd start as I walked down Clap’ham Road

Ticket touts for a Surrey match?

That’s something that you don’t see on the Championship circuit.

It was even more WEIRD down the Harleyford Road with a political campaign taking place.

Flyers were being handed out by the EU In campaigners.

I attempted some half-arsed joke about Jason Roy being in, rather than out.

It went down about as well as a bloody Gordon Brown speech.

Inside the old ground and all seemed to be going much smoother as I took up my seat in the top tier of the Pavilion.

The ‘rrey were off to a steady start on 6-0.

And then CHAOS.

My Surrey world crashed right in front of me, as well as for the other 20,000 folk who had turned out for the Thursday night fun.

What the chuffers happened there?

All of a sudden and Surrey looked stranded on 37-4 in the sixth over.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Kuma Sangakkar - probably the best batsman in the world”

…said the voice of Surrey cricket.

Yer man was back in the rabbit hutch after making only two runs.

Ta for coming, etc.

No worries.

Cometh the hour, cometh #AnsariWatch.

OUR MAN will save us.

#AnsariWatch went for a duck.

Quack, quack, oops.

Young Sam Curran was the best of the bunch, klubbing it with one slog, and then playing a delightful reverse sweep with the next ball.

A tidy innings of 21 at least provided a little light relief away from his ‘A’ Level revision.

Poor Azhar Mahmood retired hurt.

Most in the Member’s Pavilion felt the exact same way.

Soon Surrey were on 60-7 - there worst ever score in the t20. The boys from Sky Sports must have loved it.

Ou est le Surrey Strut?

We need to walk it like we talk it, fellas.

93 all out.

Oh dear.

Back at base and Anna whatsapp-ed me:

“At least we will get to go 2 bed early.”

Steady the buffers.

Bloody middle-age.

The Glamorgan innings was a formality. There was no need for fireworks.

Nope - there really was NO NEED FOR FIREWORKS.

I wish Surrey would desist with the pyrotechnics on t20 match days.

The Big Bang was more like a limp Catherine Wheel that spun around to push Glamorgan over the line.

Surrey / Sorry.