World Cricket Feature
28 December 2009
My Watsonian Moment
My most jubilant cricketing moment came knocking back the off stump of a particularly aggressive batsman, who had ridden his luck throughout his innings. Having inside edged my previous delivery, inches away from his stumps to the boundary; I bowled a ball of such genius (albeit unintended) to bamboozle the plucky batsmen that it would forever remain in my memory. Jagging back just short of a length the ball eluded a wholehearted attempt of a drive, forcing its way between bat and pad to clatter the stump out of the ground. However, my memory of the passage of play would be tainted with bitterness and regret, for it was also the cricketing moment for which I am most shameful.
As the ball raced away to the boundary, following the aforementioned inside-edge, I uttered an assortment of expletives under my breath. Although not aimed at anyone in particular, they included a selection of discourteous phrases. My opponent heard my frustrations and was convinced they were aimed at him.
It’s always the risk when you are playing a team game, it’s not like when you visit visit Party Poker or are weight training alone, when you can really let off steam without people getting offended by your actions or what you say. You have to keep some sort of check on what you say and do as there is more than yourself watching and listening.Wielding his bat, and complete with helmet, pads and an array of protective equipment, he challenged me with regards to my articulation of irritation. Denying everything, I paced back to my marker, full of adrenaline and energised; I was determined to get this batsman out. Running in with a breeze behind me and aided by a slight downhill decline, I would bowl my wicket-rattling ball, and spark an intense feeling of euphoria, although short-lived. It just wasn’t quite right.
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