- The Twenty Minuters vs Catford Cavaliers
- Dundonald Park
- 7th June 2003
- Toss: Twenties
- Result: Lost by 10 runs
- Man of the Match: Aussie Chris
Photos from the Match
| Catford Cavaliers innings |
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| C Wright | c Groom | b Elwes | 0 |
| M Stevens | LBW | b Curtis | 10 |
| A Rajakumar | not out | 60 |
| Y Rangineri | bowled | b Cannon | 38 |
| M Gundry-White | bowled | b Cannon | 0 |
| R Coles | c & b | b Jenkins | 0 |
| C Browne | c R Scott | b Curtis | 21 |
| A Mohammed | c Stevens | b Cohen | 24 |
| C Atkinson | not out | 2 |
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| DNB: Bal, Shiva |
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| Extras | (b 5, lb 5, w 22, nb 13) | 45 |
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| Total (for 7 wickets, after 35 overs) | 200 |
| FoW: 1-5, 2-19, 3-75, 4-75, 5-90, 6-142, 7-191 |
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| Bowling | O | M | R | W |
| J Elwes | 8 | 1 | 32 | 1 | (7 w) |
| A Curtis | 5 | 0 | 36 | 2 | (4 w, 7 nb) |
| P Cannon | 7 | 0 | 41 | 2 | (1 w) |
| C Stevens | 4 | 0 | 26 | 0 | (8 w) |
| C Cohen | 6 | 0 | 21 | 1 | (2 nb) |
| C Jenkins | 5 | 0 | 32 | 1 | (2 w, 2 nb) |
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| The Twenty Minuters innings |
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| J Greayer | bowled | b Bal | 18 |
| M Maxwell-Scott | caught | b Coles | 1 |
| J Elwes | bowled | b Mohammed | 63 |
| +E Clark | bowled | b Browne | 2 |
| C Jenkins | c Bal | b Wright | 29 |
| A Curtis | bowled | b Rajakumar | 4 |
| *R T C Groom | stumped | b Wright | 17 |
| P Cannon | not out | 22 |
| C Stevens | not out | 21 |
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| DNB: C Cohen, R Scott |
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| Extras | (b 4, lb 3, w 4, nb 2) | 13 |
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| Total (for 7, after 35 overs) | 190 |
| FoW: 1-7, 2-55, 3-68, 4-105, 5-111, 6-141, 7-155 |
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| Bowling | O | M | R | W |
| R Coles | 6 | 2 | 36 | 1 |
| Shiva | 7 | 0 | 38 | 0 |
| Bal | 5 | 1 | 24 | 1 |
| C Browne | 5 | 0 | 17 | 1 |
| A Rajakumar | 4 | 1 | 16 | 1 |
| A Mohammed | 5 | 0 | 27 | 1 |
| M Gundry-White | 1 | 0 | 16 | 0 |
| C Wright | 2 | 0 | 16 | 2 |
Match Summary
On a warm and pleasant June afternoon, The Twenty Minuters arrived, reeking of beer and cigarettes, at their new home, Dundonald Park. With neither the magnificence of Lords nor the atmosphere of the Oval, the location retains a discrete charm, and wonderful access to local amenities including a wine shop. A few draughts of ol'fighty helped to loosen the joints and calm jangled nerves, as flashbacks to our hideous inaugural fixture were inevitable. But the team was quickly buoyed by the appearance of the opposition - a mixture of sullen ankle-biters and avuncular veterans - and by Skip's prophetic call of 'heads'. Always one to back his bowlers, Skip inserted the opposition, carefully noted the enormous dog turd at wide mid-off, and unleashed Elwes. At the end of the first over, the team had its first maiden under its belt, and things were looking up. Within minutes the first wicket fell, as the Skipper bravely navigated his dog latrine at mid-off to take an easy catch off what was almost certainly a no-ball. Stevens on debut quickly got into the spirit of things, rivalling old hands with his wides and beamers, which continued to be a problem for many. But Cohen bowled with great economy, and Cannon, with his notorious lack of humour on the pitch, took delight in ripping out the stumps of two bewildered children in quick succession.
The mood was optimistic as the openers donned pads - a sure sign that calamity was just around the corner. Maxwell-Scott, flustered by a ball that he couldn't respectably block, looped up an easy catch; our 'gritty Yorkshireman' was clean bowled by a 14-year old, to everyone's hilarity; and Greayer - clearly uncomfortable in his new role as opener - appeared to be playing for the draw. Jenkins and Elwes, in particular, did their best to get the train back on the tracks, but the promotion of Curtis up the order as a pinch-hitter was a fiasco, and the Twenty Minuters were under pressure. Not a situation in which they excel. Cue the all-rounders. Curiously unflappable (Cannon with a particularly far-off look in his eyes) they proceeded to declare war on what was, after all, a pretty acceptable medium-paced attack. The ball was blazed to all parts: Cannon hit his second ball for a towering six, Stevens biffed three of his first four to the fence. Alas, even this brief outburst of calypso cricket was not enough to save the match, and the Twenty Minuters finished 10 runs short.
