Having despatched Cheltenham in the semis it was on to the final for the Eels. The Eels won the toss and decided to chase. A good start with the ball from Hibby and his skipper pegged Midlanders Ockbush back. Some quality spin bowling was the highlight of the Eels effort, although all the bowlers chipped in with vital wickets and once again Eels fielding was absolutely top drawer.
Our hero Hibberd Jr returned to take two wickets at the death, fighting off a major bout of cramp, or gout or something to rearrange the Ikea for a couple of lower order bashers. Amusingly on the TV commentary Foxy Fowler had decided to point out that Hibby was not shy of pies and mentioned that while the Great North Run was going on on the same day, it would be unlikely that Hibby would complete it. Mpmmfff.
Batting didn't quite work for Hibby this time. A leaden footed whack at one early on saw him back in the Pav having contributed one to the total. Savident was on hand to build a patient and later flamboyant 78* to steal the trophy from Ockbush or whatever their name was.
The boys on the sidelines were delirious, full of Shepherd Neame Masterbrew and later feasted on kebabs and sank Wife Beater on the train back to London. What a day. Must go to Kent more often...
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