Surrey 188 for 5 (Sangakkara 72, Sibley 67) beat Hampshire 108 (Ansari 2-12, Bravo 2-3) by 80 runs
To The Oval! …on Thursday evening for some more t20 twaddle.
A change to the Surrey fixtures list led itself kindly to me and my Transpontine comings and goings.
An evening on the piss in the Pavilion after a day of running my arse around a South London school?
Sure, why not.
Except I’ve got another South London school to run my arse around in the morning, and so I stayed strangely sober.
Those around me however…
The home match against Hampshire saw the return of my cricketing companion from her spring travels around the globe.
Having blagged a seat for me in the Lower Pavilion, I then heard tall tales of trips to Hong Kong, Burma, Thailand and China.
Or maybe it was the other way round?
I was too engrossed in the masterclass out in the middle being put by Kumar Sangakkara.
A majestic 50 was soon knocked up. The unlikely partner of Dom Sibley soon followed.
It was never entirely clear who was the senior partner in this relationship, such was the combined dominance.
It was a BIG night for Dwayne Bravo, making his t20 Oval debut for the ‘rrey.
Three runs later and he was back in the hutch.
BRAVO! etc.
#AnsariWatch was up next. Our hero knocked up a half-decent 11, before running out of overs.
And so a competitive run chase of 187 was set by the Surrey.
Young Sam Curran took an early wicket. Brother Tom topped it with a spectacular removal of the middle stump of Dawson.
The marketing boys at Surrey are well ahead of the game now. Images of each player celebrating a wicket flash up on the big screen after the deed has been done.
Curran T giving the middle finger on the TV screen at least matched the removal of the middle stump.
Meanwhile, back in Burma and it all started to go a little wobbly.
Two months without any BOOZE and my cricketing companion lost it halfway into the Hampshire innings.
She actually lost it way before then to be honest.
I found myself having to try and sober her up with my commentary from out in the middle, whilst my cricketing companion went off on one telling me that Chinese male prostitutes are called ducks.
Speaking of which, Darren Sammy was soon back in the hutch.
Quack, quack oops.
Ta for coming, fella.
We were then treated to a flyover from a flock of South London geese.
The OCS lot actually applauded.
I daren’t ask my cricketing companion about the symbolism of geese in the Chinese sexual lexicon.
And so a decent win for the ‘rrey.
My cricketing companion celebrated with a trip to the bar.
Chin chin.