...which all takes Wickman back to a one day game he watched at Lords. Tickets were purchased at the last minute and he sat under cover in the bowels of the Mound Stand. At some ungodly hour the game started and Wickman was subjected to a most un-Lords and un-Wickman experience.
Sat amongst the Indian supporters by 11.27 he felt like he had tried to attack a VIP Merc in Iraq only to find it was protected by Nichollsaway the new anti-insurgent protection system he is marketing. Drumming, shrieking and whistling the Indian support had something to loudly celebrate off every ball. A leg bye was whistled to the rafters. A chinese cut was greeted with a sound similar to that greeting the final whistle at Wembley in 66. It was unbelievable.
None of that "oh good shot" stuff. No slightly sniffy response to an outside edge between slips one and two. No, sheer enjoyment of every ball, every nuance.
Wickman bantered with a close neighbour when a leg bye was cheered as would a returning hunter laden with a deer be following a long famine and was put firmly in his place. "Cricket is FUN. We're having FUN Loosen UP!"
Wickman did. It took another bottle of wine. But he did... these guys were not at Lords by the way...
Hampton Wick Royal Cricket Club * 1863 - 2013 * 150 Glorious Seasons
Monday 24 September 2007
Wickman Loves Indian Cricket
...which all takes Wickman back to a one day game he watched at Lords. Tickets were purchased at the last minute and he sat under cover in the bowels of the Mound Stand. At some ungodly hour the game started and Wickman was subjected to a most un-Lords and un-Wickman experience.
Sat amongst the Indian supporters by 11.27 he felt like he had tried to attack a VIP Merc in Iraq only to find it was protected by Nichollsaway the new anti-insurgent protection system he is marketing. Drumming, shrieking and whistling the Indian support had something to loudly celebrate off every ball. A leg bye was whistled to the rafters. A chinese cut was greeted with a sound similar to that greeting the final whistle at Wembley in 66. It was unbelievable.
None of that "oh good shot" stuff. No slightly sniffy response to an outside edge between slips one and two. No, sheer enjoyment of every ball, every nuance.
Wickman bantered with a close neighbour when a leg bye was cheered as would a returning hunter laden with a deer be following a long famine and was put firmly in his place. "Cricket is FUN. We're having FUN Loosen UP!"
Wickman did. It took another bottle of wine. But he did... these guys were not at Lords by the way...
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