Long time back I had written a cricket match report. Sharing it here againÂ 🙂.
I chose to report on a game I never played, a game whose terms and rules I knew not.
After our first match, I asked my nephew, â€œwhoâ€™s jonty rodes? One of our players is called so.â€ He said â€œthe best south African fielder”.
So on the day of the play , I was all set to learn from none other than Jonty Rodes. I asked Jonty urf Ashraf, to teach me the terminology of cricket.
He drew the ground layout and labeled the fielding position. â€œWhen do u call it a sixer and when do you call it a four?â€
â€œWhen A is bowling and B takes the catch, on whose name is the wicket counted?â€.
were some of my questions.And then we were off to the ground.I was tensed to take off a Reporterâ€™s role.
We were , this time, too, the only â€œDHAM DHAM DHOL BAJEâ€ team. I looked at the BindView team. They looked tensed, with long faces.
In all the games we played, the drastic difference which is seen between our players and others is the expression on the face.Our players are in a joyous mood, laughing, dancing, singing.
The others, with long tensed faces.This time the Bind View players did not even have a dress code. I felt proud to see all our players in our dress code. It gives a â€œhum ek haiâ€ feeling.
Opener, Aniket, took 3 runs off the first ball and a 4 off the next. But who won the toss?. ………I donâ€™t know.
I stood with the notebook and pencil, to note down,â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦. I donâ€™t know what!!!
3 guys came to me, one after another, asking for the score!
I said â€œI donâ€™t know!( with a â€œwhy are you asking ME?â€ look).They said â€œthen what are you writing?????â€..And so I decided to keep the score. But where was the score sheet?. We forgot.(As if , if it were there, I could have filled it !!!!!).
Now again, Jonty taught me how to keep the score. But I found it too difficult. So I came up with my own way.
Made 3 columns
Someone asked me, whats the score. I said 8 balls 9 runs.He gave me a bizarre look and said â€œyou are counting the balls? Count the overs.â€
So now I added another column. Overs till now
Their fielding was too poor. Missed an EEEASY catch!! The bowler almost caught the ball.
Now we knew that their bowling was BAD, fielding was BAD, and they could not even catch a simple catch. It seemed we were playing with kids.
Our players were bold enough to take quick runs, after observing that they were very poor in fielding.
Someone came to me, and asked whatâ€™s aniketâ€™s individual score till now? I wish there was someone to capture my expression then. I was thinking â€œHey, what do u think of me? How can u expect so much from me?Â 🙁Â :)L â€œ
Once The ball was flying in the air forming an eclipse. Oh no!! The fielder is going to catch it. Nay. He just kept looking at it, and the ball landed at his feet. â€œOuOuOuOuOuOuOu.â€
Vikas was making fun of them. Josh played really good, running much faster than we could imagine.Â 😉Â Tarun prompted beejal to take advantage of their sloppy fielding and to take one more run after evey run they took A 4 !!!. The fielder came running after the ball towards our cheering tame, and not letting the golden chance go, our girls teased him, saying â€˜pakad pakad pakadâ€™
The number of balls came to 72 in my sheet. But their bowler continued to bowl ?????? But ours is only a 12 over game!! Yes, what to do? On my score sheet, 72 is reached. But they are still playing L
I compared my final score with the official scorekeepers. Theirs was 84. Mine was 85. I was VERY happy As we were done with the batting, now what did I have to scribble? I went to Debs. He asked â€˜whatâ€™s the score?â€ I said 84. He started jumping with joy. I asked my question. He said with that innocent look of his, still jumping, â€˜abhi kuch nahi karna hai, bus aaraam karna haiâ€™ But I did start scribbling something J
This time the columns were
Bowler–Gave runs–Took wickets–Remark
Excellent fielding by Deepak. He was standing near the border line, and threw the ball straight on the stumps. Missed slightly. Brilliant fielding by Josh. Hit the stumps straight.
The cheering team shouted â€œArey ek kapada tho shod de………….â€
â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦Debs Shattered the DHOL to pieces â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦.