If you have ever thought of dusting off the old school cricket cap, or donning those musty whites after a long time away from the game, or digging those yellowing pads out of the loft? Perhaps you have never been near the crease much since those games lessons, but have a burning desire to imitate your schoolboy heroes. Or maybe you day dream of the quintessential sound of leather on willow on a summer’s afternoon. There maybe many reasons why you have not acted on those impulses, let em tell you how it was for me, a forty-something, coming to local cricket.
The Fear
[/mk_title_box]I am a recent arrival in Churchdown, well 6 or more years now and counting, but it feels relatively new when you are around those who grew up here.
Out of the blue I was asked if I wanted to play cricket for Churchdown Cricket Club. As someone who loves the game, but had donned whites less than half a dozen times since leaving school, it seemed a daunting prospect. Let me share my thoughts.
Am I Good Enough?
[/mk_title_box]It was my son that came home from school and revealed that our local side was short of players. Having been sufficiently involved in sport at the organisation al level, I knew that a team short of players is frustrating for those involved, and that I would want to help if I could. My first, and overriding thought was simple – “Am I good Enough”.
It’s all those thoughts, will I look odd bumbling about in the field, dropping catches, getting out first ball, balling on the wicket next to us,
The Fear
[/mk_title_box]I am a recent arrival in Churchdown, well 6 or more years now and counting, but it feels relatively new when you are around those who grew up here.
Out of the blue I was asked if I wanted to play cricket for Churchdown Cricket Club. As someone who loves the game, but had donned whites less than half a dozen times since leaving school, it seemed a daunting prospect. Let me share my thoughts.
