The Mogs suffered at the hands of Oxted & Limpsfield yesterday, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. After an unexpected 2 pint pre-match pit stop due to our opponents not remembering that they had requested a 1pm start, the Mogs won the toss and tore into our hosts with the sort of relish that only 2 pints of Kronenburg / strawberry cider / run & coke can provide. Joseph Lewis (2-18) and Mike Coxon (3-25) bowled beautifully with great support in the field including a magnificent one handed effort by Dairy Lee at cover. Abbott & Lee kept the pressure on and after 20 overs the scoreboard showed 52-6. The dark destroyer finished with 3-29 including 2 LBW's from the home umpire but home skipper Mike Adamson (75) marshalled the tale excellently to post 151 for 9 from the allotted 40 with Tharp (1-32) and Fairclough (0-16) the other Mog bowlers.
After a splendid DIY tea of baps, ham, cheese & salad the Mogs opened with Freeland & Larke, both of whom were keen to hit some form before a Baltic match against Lashings this Friday, but both perished for 15 with Larke caught & bowled and Freeland caught at gulley, though Jamie's 2 minute retreat from the pitch hinted at the validity of the catch. Jackson perished for 4 before returning to Hong Kong and William Parker, promoted to 4 and skipper Hewitt found themselves together with the score at 32-3 after 12 overs. Slowly they rebuilt the innings with both players finding the boundary, accompanied by increasingly optimistic support from the away support, featuring Mog legends Paul Whitehurst, Jonathan Richards & David Linney. At 119-3 we required just 32 runs with 10 overs left but Hewitt (57) was caught behind, Parker (21) run out and our middle order folded like an origami champion with Fairclough (5) caught at gulley, Tharp (0) caught at cover first ball, Abbott (4) caught at midwicket, Lee (1) caught at square leg and Coxon out, tidying the convent (re-arranged the furniture for nun). We lost our last 7 wickets for 15 runs and the silence in the changing room told its own story, the only consolation being we had been beaten by a nice bunch of lads.
Hewitt