Göggingen vs MCC 1st XI (11 Aug 2018)

Vague rumours regarding the dimensions of Göggingen’s ground were revealed to be true as MCC arrived at the site. It turns out the ground is a baseball pitch that has been artfully repurposed for cricket. This means that the boundaries behind the wicket are extremely short, to the degree that the 30-yard circle was only charitably 30 yards at third man (with the boundary – and the batting side, with a great view from what was literally hutches – only a yard beyond it). Local rules meant that hitting the fence behind square was two runs but clearing it would constitute a very petite six runs. The wicket itself was coconut matting laid on bare hard-packet earth, something which appeared extremely village, but actually played surprisingly well – basically like a road.


How many roads must a cricketer walk down the pitch to? (Picture: Pierre du Plessis)

So much for the wicket. MCC arrived knowing we had to win to (probably) win the league. We won the toss and were glad to stick them in to bat. Their opener took the sensible option first up, trying to clear the longest boundary at cow corner off Waqas and only managing to pick out Max. Waqas continued to bowl impressively, hitting good areas at pace, and being rewarded with four wickets. (One of whom claimed to have played Bangladesh U19s, but if you believe that, you’ll believe anything!). Macca backed him up well and was unfortunate not to take any wickets, suffering two dropped catches off his bowling.

With the score passing 50 and a partnership between their opener and their number 6 beginning to build, Imtiaz and Pierre were brought into the attack to keep the pressure on. This they did ably, Pierre creating several chances that did not stick. Nevertheless, Göggingen reached 90-4 at drinks and seemed set for a reasonable total. However, the drinks break allowed us to regroup and take three quick wickets after the break, Imtiaz taking two of those including the danger man, their opener, and a catch finally sticking for Pierre.

Waqas and Macca were brought back to finish the innings off. However, this didn’t entirely go to plan, as Göggingen’s 9 and 10 proceeded to give us a display of horrible slogging, with them swinging so hard at so many balls that by law of probability some simply had to fly to the boundary. Macca did eventually dismiss the number 10, and Waqas was unfortunate not to end with 5 wickets as another catch went down off his last ball.

With JD warming up to bowl, Pierre demanded another spell and quickly cleaned up the tail in unorthodox fashion with two caught by Varun at fly slip. Overall, a fine performance from our seamers (in which, from memory, at least 16 chances for wickets were created) meant that Göggingen ended on 139 all out after 31.2 overs.

Our openers, Wembo and Mudi, opened in assured manner against a pair of left armers. One of them had a bit of pace but had a strange obsession with bowling the bouncer (a tad unwise when the third man boundary is 20 yards). It is hard to escape the conclusion that Germany would have a fine battery of pacemen with a bit of coaching, but at grassroots level that coaching is sadly lacking! Regardless, it was nice to see some pace – Wembo and Mudi particularly enjoying it, their partnership quickly bringing us to 64, with Mudi smashing four sixes (well, two were guided over third man, but anyway) before falling for 30 on the boundary while trying for another.

With Wembo anchoring the innings (despite evident frustration at several times creaming the ball through point and hitting the very last part of the fence denoting “two runs”), Macca stuck around for 13, taking the overall score to 100 and effectively breaking the back of the chase. Maxi then came and went cheaply, but JD and Wembo looked like they would comfortably see us home. However, Wembo fell on 48 (with just 5 runs needed) to a good delivery that nipped away, leaving him disappointed at missing out on the half century – nevertheless, it was a fine innings. Despite Varun trying his best to hole out to long on, we quickly made the final runs with no further wickets lost.


Bases loaded (Picture: Pierre du Plessis)

After a fine team performance, we made our way back to the Hirsch to see the end of the tour match (proper cricket, with whites and red balls!). The beer suddenly tasted all that much better when the news filtered through that CCB had lost to Würmtal, making MCC the Regionalliga Süd [or whatever it is] champions! As we contemplated the prospect of Bundesliga next year and reflected on a season of fine team and individual performances, there was beer and trips to the Eisbach aplenty.

(PdP)

MCC II vs Opposition (Donauwörth) (21 Jul 2018)

MCC II vs Opposition
Due to Data Protection I shall be removing the names of the opposition team and players. Should you have any issues with this please contact me at: dataprotection@mcc.fu.

Cricket is very well known for being a game the Germans do not yet quite grasp, lasting longer than a football game, only being played when its dry outside and the general consensus is that there are 22 people on a field who don’t quite seem to know what is going on.

Today’s game disproved the former and the latter. In between all the rain breaks we managed to play a grand total of roughly 90 minutes of cricket (plus stoppage) and there really were 11 people on the field that didn’t quite seem to know what was going on.

As this writer begins to mull over today’s events, he begins to fear that the match report may very well be longer than the game itself, but I shall keep the details as brief as possible. All (majority) of our team turned up on time and we had everything set up for the allotted starting time. However, because rain, umpire for the day Ravi decided to hold off on the first ball, much to the pleasure of the opposition who had 10 minutes earlier made said umpire aware that they didn’t particularly fancy playing anyway.

After a short delay we stepped out onto the field in very, very light drizzle much to the protest of the opposition. Opening bowlers for the day were #59 and Abhijit, both bowling their preferred right arm medium-fast. But then, the downpour began. Not from the heavens but from the right hands of the 2 bowlers. The first wicket fell in the 1 st over of the day; a fantastic leg cutter* from #59 taking out middle and off stump. *when I say leg-cutter I actually asked #59 what his action was and he explained to me that it just comes out of his hand like that.

#59’s second over also brought a wicket with batsman #5 from the opposition smashing the ball straight up in the air where a very confident Bowes screamed ‘MINE’ (this is actually the incorrect way to call for a ball in the air. In order for all confusion to be eliminated it is always recommended that one shouts one’s own name making the remainder of the team aware exactly who is underneath the catch).

Anyway, Bowes caught the ball and what followed was a deluge of complaints from the square leg umpire (I believe player #11) who claimed that Bowes had actually dropped the ball, mainly due to the fact that having made the successful attempt Bowes then threw the ball in the air in celebration and let that hit the floor. The batsman who had hit the ball (#5) then chimed in with his two cents before umpire Ravi made the executive decision to award the wicket to MCC. Please note: According to the rule book the above mentioned ‘drop’ constitutes a dropped catch and therefore Bowes was not awarded the catch.

Abhijit then got his second moment of glory (moment 1: provided his spare shoes to a rather forgetful Bowes) when he uprooted the off stump of #18. #59 then claimed his third wicket of the day – I believe Praf took a catch, but the scorebook isn’t fully correct due to the opposition failing to utilise the laminated instructions kindly provided by father-to-be Wembridge (who later became rather infuriated after the opposition decided to mark the letter ‘W’ for a wide ball).

At 20-4 the opposition had had enough and sent #11 on to the field to complain to Ravi about the rather light drizzle coming from the sky. Light drizzle is defined as: a light liquid precipitation consisting of liquid water drops smaller than those of rain – generally smaller than 0.5 mm (0.02 in) in diameter. We were barely able to see said rain, but umpire Ravi made yet another executive decision and off we went.

3 hours passed between the last ball and our return to the game. Multiple events happened during this time, I have highlighted some of the more eventful happenings:
 We got to meet Wembos brother and sister-in-law and their wonderful twin girls.
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 Des turned up, started 3 sentences with ‘this wouldn’t have happened back in my day’ and then went home before we got back out again (thanks for coming Des, it is always a pleasure to see you!!)
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 Arun was very keen, put his full kit on and we managed to have a 1 hour long practise in the middle of the field (because there was no rain!)
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 We watched the end of the GCTV Super series
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 Ravi did one of his 17 rain checks
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 Harry enquired as to why streakers go streaking – TBC
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 Ravi did another rain check and informed us at 1600 that we would soon be going out
 The opposition refused to leave the changing room
 Praf very subtly reminded Ravi that if the shoe were on the other foot and we were 20-4 then the opposition would be begging to go out and play.
 5 minutes later we were back out in the field at 1615

Upon returning to the crease MCC’s attacking openers continued with Abhijit claiming his second wicket of the day very quickly, bowling the opposition captain, who got a rather loud send off where he was informed by the majority of the on field players that we ‘definitely didn’t drop that catch’.

2 bowling changes brought Praf and Ankur in to bowl. Ankur really was not messing around and took 3 wickets in his 2.2 overs. I did later however have a word with Ankur for his bowling performance as, upon reviewing the scorebook, it appeared that 100% of his runs conceded were from wides (all 1 run). Please improve for next week Ankur. He did take a splendid C+B and cleaned up 2 batsmen by bowling straight.

From the other end Praf was also running wild taking 2 wickets, the first caught by Bowes at mid-on and the second caught by Doug. A great wicket actually. Batsman spooned the ball in the air to Doug at square leg followed very loudly by a cry of ‘oh f*** o**’ from Doug, who could be heard from the Chinese Tower as the ball came very gently towards him! He took a very good catch, watching the ball into his hands above his head causing commotion from the MCC players who were just ripping the opposition apart.

The innings ended with the opposition 43 all out. 16 of those came from wides. We did however
take all our catches, apart from Bowes who dropped his and the 12.2 overs we were out in the field really were thoroughly enjoyable and the team spirit, lead by captain Praf, really is brilliant to be a part of!

MCC ran off the pitch with the opening batsmen informed that they were to be padded up and back out on the field in 5 minutes. Fortunately Arun hadn’t taken his pads off after his half time net session, so we were just awaiting the entrance of Faf du Plessis.

Out we went, 44 required to win. I won’t write too much about this, but the long and the short it that it started raining again, so Pierre kicked on and after some glorious cover drives sadly departed for 20 from 26 balls. He later informed me that ‘that would have been worth 40 in South Africa’.

Arun was solid. Having been asked to anchor the innings (I am still disappointed that captain Praf didn’t send Ankur to do this job) he departed the crease for a very well made 7 from 21 – great stuff mate, keep up all the training!

Next in was ‘good omen’ Busby. Paul has now played 3 games for MCC and we have won all 3 of them! Real pleasure to have you in the team mate, good enthusiasm and great banter. Sadly, he decided that with 2 to win he would try and smash Helmuts van. He missed the ball. He lost his off stump. We all got a good giggle out of it though!

Praf and Faraz completed the innings, Praf got 1, Faraz (very proudly) announced that this was his second not out in a row (adding a further 3 runs to his average!). In all fairness, the opposition took it all very well, everybody shook hands and nobody got hit by a cricket bat.

Cricket was the true winner today, followed closely by us.

We hung around to clean up, Praf paid for all the beers (lad) and at 1930 we waved farewell to Helmut for another Saturday and went our separate ways.

Scorecard can be found online (thanks Shashi!):
https://www.crichq.com/matches/659700/1st_innings

Highlights: Ankur 3-1, Faraz 3-17. Pierre 20
MOM: Everyone.

PB

The future of cricket? Lufthansa away (15 Jul 2018)

Preface:

All sports, like the evolution of species, must progress. But what does that mean? What is progressive and what is considered regressive? Here we are considering this year’s change of impetus from hardball cricket to the Deutsche Cricket Bund’s (DCB) new preference for tennis ball cricket, with its many tournaments.

I’ve played cricket in Germany for three seasons now and in such a short time I have witnessed the dumbing down of cricket in successive seasons. In my first year we played in whites and used a red ball. This was true for both league games and friendlies, of which there were many.

In the second year the league introduced coloured kits for league sides and the white ball. Why? Actually, I have no idea. Much of the recent proliferation of cricket in the country has been due to the influx of immigrants and especially refugees from Afghanistan/Pakistan. These people don’t typically have money to spare and buying special kits costs more. When whites were the order of the day a trip to the second-hand shop would yield all you needed for just a few euro. Now you can’t play for a side unless you are wearing the club kit. You have to shell out €80.

You could argue that it makes it easier to explain the game to someone who has never seen it? “The red team is playing the blue team.” But if “The two guys holding the bats are playing against the rest.” Is too hard to grasp, then there is a high chance that you will never get to a point where you can explain the LBW law to that person. Cricket was never meant to be a game for a brain limited to the rules of football.

I don’t have any particular beef with football itself, but 80% of the rules are contained within its very name. Cognitive agility is not an enormous prerequisite for understanding what’s going on. There is living proof of this, everywhere.

A white ball is not a stained leather, whereas the red ball is. White leather requires so much processing that the chosen way to manufacture is to use lacquer. What you hold in your hand at the start of the first over is a perfectly covered, shiny white orb. What you get back after the third ball is a white object with an already ruptured surface that cannot be massaged a back to a sheen.

Is the white ball a progressive move? Some say that you can see it better, but then there have been numerous instances of a fielder losing it against a cloudy background. So you give what you take here.

Now in my third season we have the introduction of wooden pitches (consisting of chipboard and some form of matting) and the German Cricket Boards desire to push tennis ball cricket.

It is heart breaking to see the corruption of cricket in this way. I know that playing cricket with a tennis ball is fun. We spent hours playing it in the garden when I was a child. But we knew this was the precursor to the “real thing”. We couldn’t wait to test our mettle with the hard ball, learn the realities of the men’s game and find our feet in the real heart of the sport. Besides, our parents wouldn’t let us use a hard ball so close to their prized possessions: Car, house, siblings…

For the hardball game to already have descended in to pyjama cricket, using an inferior white ball, on wooden (WOODEN!?) surfaces is woeful. Now we have the spectacle of grown men playing the game with a tennis ball.

Tournaments are being arranged weekly and invited sides have to pay to enter. Why? You tell me? This was a highly competitive sport, played socially with the understanding that your hospitality would be reciprocated during the season. No money changed hands. Now it is near impossible to find a Sunday opposition willing to play, because they all want to run a tennis ball tournament to raise money. The one thing we are told people don’t have!

So to put the question of “Progressive or regressive?” to the test, I have taken a few other activities and used the same philosophy to see how they would catch on?

The first is a game that I call “Not-snooker”. For this you require a standard snooker table, cues and chalk. The only thing you need to substitute are the usual balls for appropriately coloured ping pong balls.

The resulting game is peculiarly infuriating.

Not entirely satisfied with the outcome, I moved on to the exalted game of football. As we know the use of opposing kit colours are already in use, but I sought to simplify this further for cats, dogs, mice, rats and rabbits. All of whom have poor colour vision.

“Creepy-crawly-football” involves far less fouling/diving than regular football as one side is required to move as if stalking a deer, whilst the other side is restricted to crawling. The balance is evened out at half time when both sides switch postures. Anyone on the creepy side caught moving at a rate deemed faster than a stalk gives away a free kick to the crawlers.

This proved to be a highly watchable game, though ninety minutes was eventually testing. On the plus side, no injuries were sustained and a similar number of goals scored to that of the original format.

Lastly I abandoned ball games. Snooker had failed and replacing a football with something more toy-like had been hard to conceive of. So I turned to track and field, most specifically javelin. Surely here was a sport that would benefit from the helpful hand of misguided reverence?
And so I invented “Shuttlecock-in”, whereby contestants sprint towards the fault line and hurl a shuttlecock as far as they can. Technique is everything in “Shuttlecock-in”.

The timing of the release and the speed of the approach matter, as does wind direction. It is very important we found, not to have a headwind.
Not only does “shuttlecock-in” work as a dumbed-down sport, but it is safer, open to a far wider audience than Javelin and has the added benefit of not having to walk very far to retrieve your projectile.

Struck by the apparent success of “Shuttlecock-in” I put forward the idea to the Olympic committee, who rejected it out of hand.
Back to the drawing board.

The Match Report:

Given this background, we were very pleased to receive an invitation from Lufthansa CC to play a rare Sunday friendly at their ground.
A very welcoming Uday greeted us as we arrived and the rest of the team were all smiles and keen to get some hardball cricket in.

This Lufthansa side had a mixture of nationalities including a couple of Englishmen, Afghans and Pakistanis. It was a pleasure to register as I can only think of Erlangen where this also happens outside of the fabulously multi-cultural MCC.

Lufthansa won the toss and elected to bat. There was much activity during the setting up of the wooden track and when we paced it out, it was two yards short. Plenty of jiggery-pokery ensued and eventually we were underway.

Since we were bowling from one end only, I decided to bowl three bowlers in unison, an idea I’d been tinkering with throughout the season. The benefits are:
• More difficult for the batsman to settle in against any bowler.
• A longer rest between overs for the bowler without cooling down too much.
• A captain can see who his better options are on the day without having to interrupt another bowler’s spell to find out?
• I does cause quite a nice natural rotation in the field for the bowlers after an over. Keeps their mind agile, you hope!?
The down side could be:
• A bowler might not feel he finds his rhythm so easily, due to the longer wait between overs.

Waqas opened up alongside Macca and Adrian Brooks. Waqas and Macca have been doing sterling work as an opening pair for me in the first team and Adrian was hot off the back of a hatrick the day before.

Waqas finished with figures of 3 overs, 2 maidens, 4 runs, 0 wickets. Macca – 3,1,8,0 and Adrian a remarkable 3, 0, 38,3!!!
The rest of the bowling was quite horrific, but everybody got a go. This is what friendlies are for, after all. Not everybody can make it to training and not everybody gets a game in the league. Sunday friendlies are where we all get to bond with other club members and everyone gets a go. It has to be said though that there were a lot of people who struggled to hit a 2.5m wide board, let alone get the ball on the off side of the stumps. The resulting extras were quite crippling. 41 in all. Nearly double what their top scorers achieved.

This was a 30/30 match as France were about to thrash Croatia in the kick-ball world cup final (France were in Blue and Croatia Red, for anyone still wondering?) and people wanted to get back to watch it.

Lufthansa finished on 121 – 9 after their 30. It is a small ground and there was batting power in our team, so although they had got far more than we would have wished, we felt we had the guns to match it.

Unfortunately those guns included myself, Macca and Sumeet, all of whom were struggling for form at the time. Never-the-less, this is again what Sunday friendlies are for and so Sumeet and I walked as confidently as possible to the crease to dismantle the 121.

I returned, quite bemused at having been bowled by a ball that had pitched very wide on the board. I had gone to cut it and lost my off peg. What the hell was I doing cutting a ball that was on the stumps?

Pierre faired one run better than me, returning bowled for two. Things weren’t really panning out. The bowling was accurate but not very challenging, yet two of us had been cleaned up and Sumeet was clearly finding it hard going too.

James Kantor made everything look much easier and a couple of lovely drives that he’s been practicing in the nets came off, but then with the run rate escalating he resorted to a heave across the line which let the ball through. Jabez returned for 3.

Macca has been in sparkling form from the start of the season, with bat, ball and in the field. The previous two innings he’s had a couple of low ones and this resulted in a dented confidence. It doesn’t take much sometimes, but here was a rescue mission that Macca has saved us from before. Right man, right moment.

Not this time. Macca gone, bowled by another innocuous ball for 0 (“What is going on here!?”)

I’d showered, packed my bag and was ready to umpire so Maxi Hoeck and I walked to the middle together. I took my place at the bowlers end and watched as the next few balls were bowled.

I don’t bowl these days, but if I had, I would have immediately noticed that the stumps were about half a meter out of alignment… Not one of my bowlers had mentioned this and it did start to explain a lot of what had happened up to this point during the day!

In order to hit the stumps at the batting end, the ball had to hit the batting board about where the wide mark would be if you moved it down the pitch for a good length delivery.

No wonder that our blower’s had spayed the ball everywhere. No wonder that balls that looked wide of the stumps were cleaning up. The basic geometry of the pitch was screwed!

Too late to change anything, I was forced to stand there and watch events unfold, muted.

It was a pleasure to share umpiring duties with Des Bradley. He virtually skipped past me as we swapped positions each over. Both of us wanting to get the game over before the large, looming black clouds that were threatening in the ever-decreasing distance came to visit.

Maxi (as he often does) took a little time to assess the situation before he began hitting the ball cleanly. He does pace an innings well and tends to keep things simple, avoiding clever little dab shots that result in so many wickets. He favours a classic off drive and punishing leg-side lofts. It was paying off.

Sumeet took his lead from Maxi and also starting to tick. A partnership was developing just as Sumeet was caught for a hard earned 26. The score was on 64, but the over the wicket occurred in has not been recorded. I should think it was around the 20 mark?

Waqas was in up the order from his ritual #11 spot and happy to inject some pace in to the run scoring. His first ball disappeared for 4 shortly he too disappeared to unstrap his pads, bowled by a ball that did nothing except come in at an angle that would be impossible to bowl anywhere else.

Big boned Brooksy joined Maxi and a lovely shot that would have yielded an easy two resulted instead in Adrian being run out by a couple of yards as Max and he calamitously collided mid-run. Both parties guilty of ball watching.

The descent continued when Rahul Dave was bowled by a wide ball, without scoring. Shashi was run out as was Usman, Max left stranded on 40.

He may have got us close enough to cross the line had he had partners to do it with, but alas we had all succumbed and had nothing left to look forward to than watch a game of football. MCC all out for 108.

We all trundled off in our different directions. The rain did indeed come, Rahul Dave, Maxi and I watching the WCF in the beer garden under the leaky protection of a tree. There was a family of three from France watching, who quickly identified themselves when they were the only table to cheer and clap the first goal of the match. Clearly Germans like Croatians more than the French…

Once the game ended, Max, Rahul and I bought them a celebratory bottle of wine and a very pleasant evening was spent talking all things other than sport.

MOM – Maxi Hoeck for saving our blushes.

More Friendlies please Craig Barrett! I know it’s an uphill task and you are doing your best, but Cricket needs you!!!!

JD