I love my brother. Have for as long as I can remember. Yesterday just reminded me how much I want to be like him. Yes, I hit a 6 second ball of the innings and took 14 off the over. Yes, my innings of 41 off 25 balls lit up the oval and had fans streaming through the gates eager for more. However, once I departed my brother did a great job of plodding around for the remainder of the overs turning 3s into 2s and reminding every criminal in the nth east that the safest course of action to take if they get caught by law enforcement is to run fast cos they ain't getting caught by my beautiful big bro. Anyway, in all seriousness his 134* was awesome. My fellow skipper JB chipped in with another 60 and claimed the first dint on the new clubrooms roof with a monster 6. Although he walked off pretty dejected cos he thought he was a lock for the runscoring award and now he has to keep applying himself the rest of the year instead of just trying to smack maximums. A team total of 284 was our largest in years and instilled some real belief in my troops. Our bowling effort was always going to be a grind with the pitch proving a belter and the outfield running quicker than Cam McCormack from all the imaginary snakes he sees in the outfield. Luckily we were inspired by the energy and verve of A grade debutant Harley Wilson who chased down everything, cut off boundaries and took his first A grade catch. Did I mention he's only played 3 games of cricket in his life? The kid is a gun! Sammy McCoy bowled well (he should have too since he got a rest off the field much to Ash Sutherland's disgust - apparently you need to be 40+ to deserve a siesta on the sideline which is good because half of our team qualifies) JB was expensive with 1/5 off 4. Mikka managed not to get hit into the woodpile this week and I got a few wickets to round out a cracking day for the Goodwin family. Mum and Dad would have been so proud of us and they swor
e they were going to come and watch but Mum had to clean the S bend under her sink and Dad said he needed to pick his nose hairs, they both sent their love though which was a kind gesture. Notable mentions must go to Charlie Heff who gets cleaner with the gloves each week. Brenta for his fantastic stories about Canada, Cam for managing not to hurl up
in the outfield #fit and Connor for having one of those days that make you want to quit cricket but still managing a smile at the end of it all AND sweeping the pitch and picking up the cones (which, in all seriousness, didn't go unnoticed and speaks volumes about the kind of clubman he is.) My brother has text me 5 times since Saturday night.
"Which shot do you think was the best in my innings?" "You reckon JB cost me 180?" "Is there any chance the rest of those blokes could give me a hand?" "I might not train this week... Got my eye in" You get the drift. I love winning. Let's keep doing it!! Scott
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