I’ve lost count of the episodes, we’ll call it 23 [I think it is]

Episode 23: I can’t feel my arms.

A difficult night’s sleep, even on one of Tescos finest airbeds, a morning slash above a pile of four day old yud and a coffee that tasted like a sugared puddle, meant for an interesting walk to Reading train station to meet my new best friend - Imran. He loves cricket, but unfortunately didn’t realise that silence was golden.

We were due to meet Henley in the first knock out round of the national 20/20 competition at High Wycombe and we were all on time and involved in a fantastic game of five a side, which went on for ages.

We won the toss and batted, which was awesome as it meant time for at least 2 more half decent cups of coffee and a read of the paper. Unfortunately we lost wickets at a steady rate on the whole, although some bits of flair were shown we lost wickets too early and I went in at 90-8 in the 16th. We finished on 122-9 after I was run out nearly having a cardiac arrest. A defendable total but we needed wickets to make it so.

This may have been possible had we caught our catches and the grumpy umpire my end had actually been watching the game. But Strakes and myself went for too many at the top and didn’t get a wicket. Extras didn’t help but there we go.

So Riggy and Kash bowled very well but at the end of the day we fell down with 4 overs to go.

Something to learn from and the third defeat in three games; let’s finish on a high.