Match Report: League game v Molecular Biology
I probably don’t need to go into the background to this match in great detail, but let’s just say it took about 73 emails, a promise to pay the opposition’s match fees and buy a round of drinks, and several prayers for fine weather to even get a start. We finally got to Churchill with 11 players (thanks to Justin P for drafting in Joe in a corridor at the last minute) to begin the task at hand: make it 9 from 10 in the League. If we won the game, our position at the top of the table would be unassailable. Of course there were other even more pressing matters at stake: 1. our pride, 2. a satisfactory resolution of our dispute over the defaulted match, and (most importantly) 3. final proof that molecular biology is essentially a jumped-up and dubious branch of science that is ultimately subservient to the fundamental laws of Physics.
Indeed, a phone call of support immediately prior to stepping onto the ground from an anonymous caller identifying himself only as “James D. Watson” served to fortify our resolve on this last point: “Have a bat, Mattie,” he said, “they tend to be vulnerable in the first 5-6 overs due to a genetic predisposition to over-attacking”. When the toss went our way, we put the theory to the test. It was Brett (107*) who repeatedly penetrated their infield like a virus bursting through a cell membrane, and causing the molecular biologists to change tactics after the 6th over. Colin played a fine hand in the partnership before departing, which began a minor outbreak of the jitters in the upper order, and it was up to Brett to steady the ship and keep the scoring rate up. We finished with 144 from our 16 overs — an asking rate of 9 an over that would be difficult even on a slow and consistent track.
Damo began our defensive campaign in his usual style by claiming a wicket-maiden with his first over, and continued to tie them down and bundle them out during his 4 over spell. Brett once again starred with the ball, and Colin’s neat work with the gloves ensured three very timely run-outs — the most impressive of which resulted from a flat boundary throw from Joe. We really must recruit more Olympic standard javelin throwers from the United States. Despite some initial resistance from their skipper and a couple of others, in the end the molecular biologists were found to be susceptible to the persistant accuracy of our bowlers and tight fielding displayed by all. We kept them to 112, even as the final few overs descended into farce and batsmen were allowed second chances by grinning umpires due to ineptitude or inexperience. In the end it was smiles all round as we honoured our promise to buy the psuedo-scientists a drink, and the Cav boys celebrated a top of the table finish to the season by retiring to the Churchill MCR. Well done lads.