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Regents v Best Nationals

Wednesday 17 July 2013, Victoria Park
Regents won by 51 runs

Regents won the toss and chose to bat first

Regents: 182 for 3 in 16 overs
Partridge - 55*
Ormsby - 50*
Dinesen -

Best Nationals: 131 for 7 in 14.3 overs
Donnellan - 1.3-2-11 Salmon - 3-1-21 Dinesen - 4-2-29

The overman ... who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.

Broiling afternoon ... deck-chairs under the spreading ... the muted coo of pigeons in the immemorial ... cucumber sandwiches ... distant tinkle of ice in lemonade jug ... satisfying clunk of pad against willow ... warp and woof of very fabric ... shadow of Olympic park imperceptibly ... white figures moving like ghosts in ancient ...

Campbell was never dull. His bat was part of his nervous system. His play was sculptured. His forward defensive stroke was a complete statement. He was run-out for 6.

Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man’s resources? Ormsby’s resolute inning dug deep into this very elixir, defying the onset of fatigue acquired through acquaintance with many a field, joined to a strange unfamiliarity with linen sheets and downy pillow. A half century of runs and a couple of handy overs later, he departed early to reverse this current state of affairs.

Mortimer's praise demands my song, Mortimer the swift and Mortimer the strong, fairest flower of Cricket's stem, Regent's shield and England's gem. Finisher of one innings and opener of the next, where would we be without him?

A frightened captain makes a frightened crew, and Farmar was resolute and decisive, no more so than when putting himself on to bowl. And then immediately removing himself. This following his initially strict adherence to the Regents maxim - I hit fours. It’s what I do. Dinesen followed in his wake with aplomb.

Life has no meaning a priori. It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose. Donnellan chose it to mean taking two wickets to finish off the Best Nationals innings, stumped and then bowled.

One late July afternoon, I said goodbye to a cricket season on a field which lay silent in the evening sunshine; the match, my last of the year, was over and the players gone. I stayed for a while in the falling light and saw birds run over the grass as the mists began to spread. That day we had watched Partridge in all his glory, batting his way through a half-hundred felicitous runs ... It was all over and gone now, as I stood on the little field alone in the glow of the declining day.

As Dinesen remarked to me later that evening “Today I have wearied myself utterly; I have seen nothing and no one of any interest; I have suffered discomfort of every sense and in every limb; I have suffered acute pain in my great toe; I have walked several miles; I have stood about for several hours; I have drunken several pints of indifferently good beer; I have spent nearly fifteen pounds ...” But he maintained that it had been a great day. “Victoria Park cricket,” he said, “was always like that.”

Submitted by Jake of Regents



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