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Sat 1st July – 2nd XI v Old Rutlishians

OLD RUTLISHIANS 141 (48.1) lost to DULWICH 145-2 (38.4) by 8 wickets


As the first half of the 2017 season drew to a close, the 2’s made their way off into the previously unknown territory of Morden and the old boys sports club of Rutlish school, alma mater of the 20th century’s least remarkable British P.M, Sir John Major.  To mark the occasion, this lefty scribe set off with Jnr Tory aid Ross Ewing and arguably the least political player to ever wear a Dulwich cap, Ed Hopkins.

In what has become a modern tradition of Dulwich away trips for those lucky enough to experience the blue 3 door Peugeot, the course was set via Balham (gateway to the south) where the driver was quick to regale his passengers of past glories (The Regent, Exhibit, B@1, Balham Bowling Club… the list goes on) and share stories of ‘how much Balham has come up since I moved here in 2002’ with fellow SW12 alumni and the soon to be fully fledged member of the South London ‘nappy valley’ brethren, Ed Hopkins.

Having negotiated the back streets of Earlsfield, we hooned on serenely past the old dog track and into the south Wimbledon badlands before a combination of traffic, Google Maps and the threat of PTSD earned at Malden Wanderers a fortnight earlier forced the driver into a what was to be his only pressure situation of the day, whereupon he failed abysmally in making an injudicious left onto the road to Morden and into the route we had specifically aimed to avoid from the outset. Nonetheless, we arrived only fractionally late and with the hairdryer tucked away, we embarked upon a short, entirely average warm up of tikka taka football (there were no winners) and wild throwing.

So onto the main event, where the sight of a worn, dry, flat pitch brought about the now ubiquitous decision to roll the oppo out. And that we did. With skipper Bridgland charging in from northern end with the wind at his tail and carthorse Quaife in support up hill from the other, the oppo had no answer in what was a brutal opening spell of pace, bounce and poorly masked fear. Quaife was the first to strike with a ball that lifted onto the splice and into the hands of the grateful skipper at mid off, before he struck again - this time to Rosco at second. Two for now’t quickly became 3-13 and 4-19 as Hopkins and Steve both took a couple of fine grabs to get into the act. With resistance in short supply and Bridgland smelling 3s players taking guard, some short tactics ensued, resulting in Hough moving well to take a skyer ‘reptilian’ style at square leg from a hurried attempted pull shot.  

At 5-30 odd off 16, thoughts turned to getting back to the club to watch a Sav masterclass and possibly a fight over the road at DSG involving the 4s stand-in skipper for the day and his leg spinning vice. Alas, it was not to be, as the students dug in against the miserly Hough whilst unfurling a few boundaries at the other off Crawford-Khan. As the runs accumulated, skipper Bridgland turned to the left arm mystery of Hirst, who duly delivered via a Hough low taken screamer at backward square. With his wicket column at zero and his weekly JL point in jeopardy, Hough was quick to capitalise on the absence of neutral officials, demonstrating a soft signal of ‘out’. In what soon became a battle of wills, the senior offie’s word was duly accepted as the batsmen became the second player to ‘walk’ to leave the home side on their knees at 7-70 at the 30 over mark.

With that came the arrival of the Old Ruts n.o 9 (amusingly nicknamed ‘half price’) and the home side’s first display of resistance, as he drove and cut his way to a well made 34, shepherding the tail effectively. With ‘half price’ showing the top half how to do it and the Dulwich attack starting to look ragged, it was left to Bridgland to take responsibility and finish off the tail. This he did with the minimum of fuss to end with a fine 5-36 to wind up on the newly built O.R.C.C honours board. Other standout performances were Quaife’s 3fa, Houghy’s 12 over spell of none fa not many and Steve’s 3 grabs.

After a tidy serving of half time oranges from the O.R.C.C tea ladies that will surely put them in the higher echelons of the COT tea table come end of season, Faizal and Ted set about chasing the the 142 needed for full GinKing tokens.  With the home side’s only seamer ‘half price’ opening up into the wind up the hill and some ‘dob’ at the other enjoying what could be his farewell appearance on the main ground, scoring was tough going as both openers exercised caution via some classic defence. It was left to Faizal to break the shackles in the 4th over with the first boundary of the innings courtesy of a smoked sweep shot, quickly followed by some tidy footwork down the wicket to smear one over wide long on. Unfortunately, this is where it was to end for the young Zimbawean from the east midlands, as he was soon adjudged LBW playing one smear too many to leave the score at 1-9 off 6.  

With the dismissal of Kassam brought June’s form player Crawford-Khan to the crease. Never one to to be tied down, Zaki was busy from the outset, sweeping and bludgeoning his way to 24 before the innings’ decisive moment saw him dropped by the Old Ruts captain at wide mid on. With Towner cruising on 1 at the other end, and ‘half price’ out to stables nursing cramp on the boundary, the partnership picked up the pace against the two off spinners as both batsmen took charge at various stages, Zaki’s cutting and Ted’s driving the un-doubted features.

As the Bridgland / Balch umpiring error battle reached a stalemate at 1-1, Zaki and red ink Ed moved on serenely. Zaki was first to pass fifty, as he mixed assured defence with violent drives, while Ed gave a masterclass in how to wait and capitalise on the bad ball. As the late afternoon sun came out, the Old Ruts heads went down and victory looked ever more assured.

Then, with 10 required, disaster struck as Crawford Khan smashed a ball from the young promising off spinner into the keepers’ gloves. Awoken by the commotion, the umpire at the southern end had not a clue as to the events which had taken place, until the guilty batsman, defying the gentleman’s agreement to ‘walk’ so diligently displayed by the home side stood his ground. Head bowed with the body language of a puppy that’s weed in the kitchen, the umpire’s finger was duly raised, sending the aggressive number 3 off to the showers to end the day’s stand out batting performance at 72.  This brought the rusty Ewing to the crease whereupon he nervously defended and attempted to blast 10 balls before Ed mercifully finished the game with a spanked 4 to end 57 rouge. 

And so we returned in good spirits to the warm, sun drenched confines of Burbage Rd with yet another away win to the good. As the season takes its half time oranges, we sit 19 points behind Malden Wanderers in second and 42 points ahead of Sutton in 3rd. 

Sat 17th June – 2nd v Malden Wanderers

MALDEN WANDERED 124 (41.1) beat DULWICH 61 (29.4) by 63 runs


Dulwich's day began with inauspicious circumstances. So few had arrived at Malden Wanderer's ground on time that Ed 'Henry' Towner was unable to fulfil his 'Carrick' role in the warmup game of football. This may have been the result of a late-night text message from James 'Captain Chomper' Bridgland in which he described the opposition attack as 'devastating'. When a cabal lead by Matt 'Tugga' Balch finally arrived at the ground, barely half an hour before the start, Captain Chomper and his sycophantic stooge Oli 'Pilky' Steward made certain that Tugga would never again offer to give anyone a lift to cricket. 

Captain Chomper proved once again that he is a delightful tosser by inserting Malden on a dead track. Would Dulwich miss the inimitable Matt 'One Over Spells Please' Quaife? Given that the mercury was at 31 degrees, it would have seemed unlikely. And so that was the case as the bowling performance was of a typically high standard. More surprisingly, the fielding was also of a high standard. This opinion is in antipodal opposition to Pilky's aspersion that Captain Chomper could have put more effort into some half chances. Such insubordination was treated with contempt by Captain Chomper who, as a result, bit Pilky very hard. Standout performers were Kamran 'Waqar' Munawar, Graeme 'Jonty' Hough and the drinks break. Highlights include Captain Chomper cartwheeling leg stump from a full toss and hearing about John Morris' trip to Tugga's more-than-just physio. Malden were bowled out in the 42nd over for a paltry 124. 

Tea was excellent, as was the fact that the Korean community within Malden is the largest outside of the Korean peninsula (approx. 4×10^4).

Despite witnessing a poor display from Malden's batsmen, Dulwich decided that the best way of showing their superiority was by batting half as well. A cornucopia of defective decision-making meant that even a meagre 124 was too demanding; not even Tugga went to war. Only new boy Faisal '69' Kassam provided any resistance. Kassam, who last
week assured this reporter that the reason his squad number was 69 was because 'it was the same as my favourite player (sic) Charl Langeveldt', despite the fact that Langeveldt wore 67. Spare a thought for Pilky who, according to a source, is still gently weeping in the shower at Malden. Notwithstanding the fact that the game was concluded
over three days ago. The source also confirmed that he was indeed 'packing heat'. 

Immediately following the defeat, this reporter sought refuge in the golden California sunshine. He will remain there for the rest of the season and knows that the 2nd XI will bounce back next week at Cranleigh. He would also like to send best wishes to everyone at Dulwich, and will see them in the winter!   

Sat 3rd June – 2nd XI v Worcester Park

WORCESTER PARK 208 (47.2) lost to DULWICH 212-2 (44.3) by 8 wickets


As the sun set on overs cricket, Dulwich’s dominance of Division 1 continued with a strong 8-wicket win over Worcester Park in the first of the timed games.

This week saw VC Ollie ‘Lancastrian’ Steward take the reins as James ‘Hambling’ Bridgland fancied a weekend looking up kilts in sunny Scotland. Nick ‘Screech’ Hudson returned from a break with Llyod ‘Sugarhut’ Edwards also back in the fold.

Most of the team turned up well before for the start of the game, Rajgoose ‘The Big Licker’ Tulsiani and Sugarhut taking in the local scenery trying to find “parking” spots getting to the ground just before the start of the game. Rajgoose cheekily wishing Hopey was around to describe just what happened that fateful day Hopey lost his innocence. Not to be outdone, our very own Rooonaldo decided to go on a mini adventure visiting all the 5000 clubs within a mile of East Mosely, Leatherhead, Epsom, Guildford, Worcester Park arriving shortly after Steward won the toss and decided to have a field on another two-drinks day. News of the Worcester Park deck had percolated through the team and we were expecting a tricky half on what looked like a decent deck, quick outfield, a short boundary and a belter of a day.

Missing William Wallace in Scotland and Matt ‘sorry chaps, I got Fwisbee innit’ Wright, Cameron ‘Pakistan are going to demolish India’ Munawar and Matt ‘Yippee Ki Yay’ Quaife took the new ball with Quaife taking a wicket in his first over. Worcester Park settled in quickly as they got off to a good start, Quaife struggling for rhythm up the hill. Kambo sat in for an economical, but lacking his usual consistency, spell on the flat deck seeing Worcester Park reach 43-1 after the first 10 overs. Switching to Graham ‘best Lancastrian in the world – he’s still a Lanc though’ Hough and Sugarhut up the hill seemed to trouble the batsmen more. Hough, bowling with his usual control with 2 scalps and Sugarhut bowling with more steam than previous weeks looking the most threatening of the four so far, claiming the 1 bunny wabbit after a cracking few overs.

What looked like a familiar oppo collapse, at 85-4, took a turn as Hough took some lusty blows around the ground from their skipper. Quaife, replacing Hough, to take on Hans Gruber – Worcester Park’s villainous skipper, settled into a recovery not seen since Scott Boswell’s first over after the C & G final of 2001. Sugarhut, troubling batsmen uninterrupted for 12 overs as Worcester Park made their way to 150-4, bowling his best spell for the 2nd XI to date. At the 36th over, just the 37 overs late, Jekyll Hirst was eventually(!) introduced into the attack chomping at the bit to take on Worcester Park’s pantomime villain. Without saying he told you so, but he bloody well told you so, Thirsty broke the partnership with 2 wickets in his second over before taking a third in his next. Kambo, Quaife and Sugarhut all returning to take wickets at the death as Worcester Park eased their way past the ceremonial 45 overs.

Looking slightly (only slightly mind you) perilous at one stage, the Doggies restricted Worcester Park to Worcester Park to 208 all out from 47.3 overs. A cracking effort in the middle overs from Lloyd squeezing the life from the oppo’s batting effort leaving Dulwich 53 overs to claim 24 points.

With Ed 'Tonner' Towner and The Big Licker opening the batting, the Doggies settled in for this years’ largest chase. The first overs from Worcester Park swinging round trees, Rajgoose and Tonner hung on for dear life reaching 21-0 at the 10 over mark. Rajgoose, turning a corner benefitting from a change in this season's fortunes to see off the swinging ball, was unlucky to mistime one straight down midwicket’s throat departing for 15. Matt ‘bounced out’ Baulch seemingly shrinking to Bail’s height this week was unfortunate to be given out leg before bringing Screech to the crease at the 15th over at 37-2.

Strangely a few of the lads thought a lap or two was on the cards, Hopey’ll be pleased to know there was talk of a reconstruction, just not quite as realistic by all accounts.

Henry Tonner, defying Worcester Park's proverbial kitchen sink, started to wonder just how batting apparently gets easier when you’re hammered the 3 nights before off a shot of Apple Sourz. Screech and Tonner picked up 1’s and 2’s, the odd 3 nearly destroying Tonner – presumably from that 2nd shot of Apple Sourz 2 nights before. The pair looked increasingly comfortable reaching 100-2 at the 28th over as batting got easier. Tonner, with a slight head start converting a series of 40’s into his season’s first 50 from 94 balls, and Screech combined for this season’s first century partnership as they put in the early hard yards as Worcester Park rotated their bowlers. Screech, looking like he’s not missed a game, helped himself to a chanceless 50 from 52 balls, driving and flicking the ball around the ground. Free from reaching the milestone, Screech picking up pace and smashing 22 from the next 13 balls to finish with 72* from 65 balls. Tonner expertly nurdled, pushed and drove the bowling around as he wondered just how much Apple Sourz he could get in a jug before converting his 50 into a chanceless 100 from 154 balls batting through to hit the winning runs in the 44th over to maintain maximum points from each game this year. An absolutely cracking effort from Ed and Nick to bat through combining well to record a 175-run partnership to see us home.

With the first convincingly ruthless batting performance from the Doggies this year to back up the bowlers, Dulwich remain the pace setters for Division 1. With an unprecedented 5 complete wins from 5 games Dulwich have an important month of games coming up to continue that run as we push for promotion.

Sat 27th May – 2nd XI v Sutton

SUTTON 143 (33.4) lost to DULWICH 143-6 (48.2) by 4 wickets


A wealth of evidence has shown that participation in team sport is linked to better physical and mental health. However, new research into the “Steward effect” suggests that playing cricket at Burbage Road is associated with high blood pressure, chronic stress, and hair loss.

This week saw the return of incomprehensible Northern Irishman Ross Ewing, Matt Fwisbee Wright, Matt Quaife, and the in-form anchor Matt Balch to Burbage Road, where we were playing on the same track for the fourth time this season and which had less life than a Guy Skinner anecdote. Newlywed skipper Bridgland and VC Steward also returned to the helm after a wet and wild week on honeymoon in Seville.

The day began with the Champions and Women’s World Cup trophies loitering on the boundary edge and getting in the way of Kamran’s selfies. Fortunately, the media presence didn’t pick up Raj Tulsiani’s deeply penetrative account of his Thursday night, nor his motivational loss of the plot during the warm up, which was not found for the rest of the afternoon.

We won the toss and bowled, which was a horrid decision given the conditions, the pitch, and pretty much everything apart from our confidence in our bowling attack. The small crowd, presumably sticking around to watch the procession of A380s over the ground, were treated to a slapdash start from the Sutton openers who raced to 30-odd without loss. James Hambling Bridgland executed his leg stump half volley plans perfectly to remove their opener to a sharp legside catch by AJ Patankar, before Kamran and Bridgland took quick wickets each.

This led to something unfamiliar for the second eleven in the last year or so, a couple of opposition partnerships, eventually broken by a tight spell from Matt Frizby Wright, some self-destructive running from the oppo and good work in the field by the Shop Steward. Graham G-bangerr Hough chuntered his way through another tight spell, overcoming an impaling on the railway railings to finish with figures of 2-18 off 6.4, including one well-timed LBW. Simon “Matt Balch” Kerrigan took control from the other end with an antagonistic spell of 2-19 off 5, and would have taken more if run outs off shit balls counted to the bowler. Steward also took a good grab off a Balch delivery that was straight out of the James Hirst school of line and length.

Tulsiani and Balch opened the innings. Confusing teammates and scorers, Balch aimed to deposit the first two balls of the innings into Brockwell Park, missing both. Normal service was resumed immediately afterwards and as news filtered through from the first team where Sav had tonned up after 22 overs, Balch was cruising on 23*. Yet, irritatingly for the writer of a match report, Balch’s obdurate approach was critical as wickets fell at the other end, and the interruption of tea after 20 overs saw us wobbling. Tulsiani fell after trying to nurdle his way into form and spent the rest of the afternoon gaining extracurricular inspiration listening to podcasts of My Dad Wrote a Porno.

On a day when future Dulwich cricketers Else Ferguson and Cameron Cornick were present, the greatest number of toys thrown out of a pram were by Ewing after being given out caught behind after hitting the cover off his pad, shouting “Boutye,willgriggs,tayto,ulster,bushmills,rorybest” before leaving the field.

Cameron Cornick and Kamran Munawar then met for the first time, translated by Dad Andy:

Andy: Kamran, this is Cameron.
Kamran: Kamran?
Andy: Cameron.
Kamran: Camran?
Andy: Cameron.
Kamran: Cameran?
Andy: Cameron.
Kaman: Ah good name mate.

Meanwhile, Steward was doing his bit for cricket by making a game of it. The official play-cricket record reads “Run out (unsure)”. We can only assume that this uncertainty relates to a) Steward not knowing that a genuine game of cricket was going on whilst he was perfecting the forward defensive, b) their skipper pushing the field back to keep the comparatively Gayle-esque Balch off strike, or c) seeking to describe Steward’s self-immolation of a run out to end the innings.

Essentially there were loads of dots and we ended up needing 25 or so off the last 4. Enter the big show, the main man, David Kamran himself, so determined to increase the run rate that he immediately ran Balch out for 62. Matt Fryzbee Wright smashed his first ball for four to steer us home with ten balls to spare.

A decent effort in the field and a pretty grim run chase at 2.97/over, but the 2s keep on finding ways to win when not at their best, and sit top of the league as we head into timed cricket. 

Sat 20th May – 2nd XI v Guildford

GUILDFORD 125 (42.5) lost to DULWICH 156-9 (50) by 31 runs


As we all know Dulwich turns 150 years old this year. 20th of May certainly did not disappoint. With Captain Kirk leaving the bridge in the hands of Steve ‘Cheeky wish’ Patankar nobody could foresee what was to happen next.

With the finest burger stalls in England congregated on the hallowed ground of the Giant Arches car park, something extraordinary was about to happen. As ever, the top four were hungry, chomping at the bit to get their teeth in and they did not disappoint. 45-5 with the young Prince and his beloved Uncle, the Tulsman, two double stack burgers down, the scene was set.

Ed ‘Big Show’ Towner took it upon himself to be the resident weather man, claiming the BBC don’t have a clue. "Bright sunshine in Dulwich. The useless… Look up there - Armageddon is upon us," the gorgeous but, equally useless, Carrick impersonator grinned at me. It’s fair to say the rain dances were in full flow. For a while it looked like Towner: Messenger of the Gods had nailed it as the covers were rushed on to the field. Alas it was short lived. With Rinaldo rushing back to field all seemed doomed. We needed heros. "We need true Yorkshire grit" – Steve winked at me as he watched Kambo and Ishi stride to the crease, the prides of Yorkshire. For a while it seemed the White Rose would flourish again but a few quick wickets, and a master blaster innings from the Ginger Giles saw the entrance of The Lion, The Animal - Dulwich's very own Dorian Gray. Determined to show the War of the Roses is still at large, Houghy, accompanying The Big Cheese managed to hit Guildford for 150 - a total which the Tulsman was adamant equated to 260 at Guildford and was not shy about letting them know.

The belief was back and the fire was roaring. The Doggies were about to take the field but not before intimidating the prey. The new catching cradle was called for. Looking more like we belonged in a cradle than cricketers, needless to say it was a disaster. After a verbal lashing by the crucial 12th man, Jenny, we knew losing was not an option.

After a good start from Guildford, Kamran Amir decided to put his winter training into practice, getting two wickets in two overs from no balls - one of which saw the diving Jonty Marshall grab the dying ball at backward point, which has been dubbed the catch of the century. 36-0 and The Big Cheese and Kambo were fired up. Kam, speaking more with words and eyes than ball, refused to take a backward step, taking on the mental battle and leaving the cricket stage to his partner in crime. ‘The Big Cheese winds up, pulls out the cheese slicer as if cutting through Wensleydale and proceeds to Wallace and Gromit the opposition with a combination of flight and guile. Wallace and Gromit would have been proud.’ – Cheeky Steve. Thanks Steve. 45-5….Deja vu? Not in this life.

110-7 and Guildford had hope, but we all know. Hope is the worst thing you can give a man in this life. Running from long off to long off Mystic Towner kept mumbling "We’re gonna lose this." Oh Towner, sweet naïve Towner. In a moment of brilliance from the King of Spin, the gift that just keeps giving, Houghy - who had watched Hirsty grip, rip and rag his way to 9 overs 1 wicket for 19 – managed to leave the set batsman bamboozled as the ball turned from the outfield strip to take middle stump.

The brains trust wasn’t finished, Guildford were over the barrel, but who was going to pull the trigger? In typical Maverick fashion the skipper threw the ball to The Big Show. "MADNESS" were the cries from the boundary as Sav and Ed Matten chugged their 16th pint of the afternoon (shout out to you boys for funding the bar for another season by the 3rd game of the season). I for one, standing at deep cow had no doubt that a man who had been so consistently wrong all day had to come up with the goods. It was written in the stars.

The Warm Up: Honestly, I've seen more stability in a toddler on ice. Limbs flying everywhere, head all over the place. Criminal that I had been overlooked, but we play on. We digress.

First Ball: Once it got going it was rhythmical, from the handbook of Michael Holding himself. The stride, the take off, the action. Mesmerising. Unfortunately the umpire wasn’t as engrossed in the technique as I. Wide.

The Shearer: Called ‘The Big Show’ for a reason, Towner was never going to leave the field before The Shearer came out. Oh how it came out! It soon became apparent to me it had all been a brilliant joke. With a cheekiest of winks from Towner, the slow roll had been completed. Pushing mid off to the boundary, the next few moments became an emotional rollercoaster. Towner delivered the slowest of slower balls, pitching just back of a short ball length and the nagging line of 2 stumps outside off. Needless to say it went straight to long off.

The Catch: Seeing the ball thunder skywards I immediately knew it didn’t have the legs. Seeing Sav and Ed at the bar, I knew I had to get there asap. Silence had taken over. For clarity, I have provided three separate perspectives on the next couple moments (The Bowler, The Skipper and The Catcher) as its all a bit of a blur to me.

"It was a sitter. Nowhere near as good as Jonty's at backward point, but I bet Hirsty will give you a great description." – Ed ‘The Big Show, Carrick’ Towner (Bowler)

"Well well well, given I have the best view in the house. The ball goes up in the air and Spaghetti Fingers Hirst, looking like a lamb underneath it decides, to run around, arms flailing, arms going everywhere. He's like 'Eurgh theres a ball there, I guess I better catch this.' Suffers some incontinence problems, but he takes a good catch.’ – Cheeky Steve (Keeper, Captain, Number 3)

"So Towner started his over, with a massive wide down leg side and I was thinking 'Oh we could be in trouble here. They only need 4 an over and this guy is going well - he's hit a couple of long balls before.' The next ball, outside off and I thought 'That’s gone a long way up in the air.' Seeing Steve running the opposite way I knew it was up to me to get there and claim it. Like a Northern Usain Bolt I’m off, thinking to myself, 'Really glad I was the one hitting the catches in the warm up - this is my time.' Sprinting a good 120 yards, the whole time thinking 'Oh no oh no oh no, if I drop this I’m going to look like a clown.' The doubt started to creep in. I composed myself - I’m having this JL fielding point. A man possessed I set myself. It lands in my hands. I looked around and thought 'Yeah boys, never in doubt.' Amazing what you can achieve with raw God-given talent and a massive pair of plums.’ – James ‘Big Plums’ Hirst (Catcher)

Who knows what really happened - I personally don’t even remember I was in the bar doing shots of tequila with Sav and Ed, but I do remember The Shearer. We all remember The Shearer.

Victory was ours, or so it seemed when Golden Arm Towner returned for his second over, figures already 1-0-1-1. He saw his name in lights, number 11 chipping the ball to the man at square leg and the second half of the brain trust, the man who engineered this winning position – the Daddy of Dulwich, Tulsman. Sprinting back to Sav and Ed for the next round, I knew it was over. However Raj Mignolet unleashed his inner keeper to push it round the corner. Alas it was not to be, ending with figures of 2-0-2-1, Towner didn’t get the fairytale ending but has put his name in contention for best all-rounder in the club – if not league.

With an angry and ruthless Sugarhut Edwards storming in 4 balls later it was all over. Guildford succumbed to 125 all out.

Dubbed the most epic game in Dulwich history I hope it is not another 150 years until we see another outfit as ruthless, devilishly handsome and banterful as the Dulwich 2nd XI. 3 Games, 3 Wins, Top of the league.

A special performance, by a special team, in a special year, on a special day, for a special captain.

Congratulations Skipper on your big day.

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