Match Reports
Sat 12th July 2003
Dulwich 2nd XI vs. Brook
Result: Dulwich Win
Dulwich 261-1 (40.4 overs; S Hale 110*, D Colquhoun 101*) and Brook
148 all
out (31.5 overs; R Beeching 5-24)
Romans, countrymen, and cricketers! Hear me for
my cause, and be silent that
you may hear.
This glorious day, fierce fiery Dulwich warriors fought upon the
clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled Brook blood upon the Capitol.
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet
again
wonderful.
Against human mortals. Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Dulwich killed thee two hundred and sixty one ways.
For one.
The ripest fruit first fell, Pursell, for twenty and three.
Then runs came swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
In such a partnership unfolds both heaven and earth.
So they grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition.
At one end, Hale,
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.
He reads the game much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of bowlers.
One hundred and ten for he.
By other, Colquhoun, ay, every inch a king.
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Who delivers a dish fit for the gods.
His ton delivered soon.
A hit, a very palpable hit, and declaration.
On merely forty overs.
Though season your admiration for a while.
Our ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the Dulwich dogs of war,
Delivered Farooqi, whose words all ears took captive.
"
Stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Strain upon the start."
Success for Hadi, double for Gritton, then cometh the good bat.
My meaning in saying he is a good bat, is to have you understand
me that he
is sufficient.
But look in the chronicles; we then came in with Richard Conqueror
(ahem,
Beeching)
In the twinkling of an eye he hath peppered two of them.
Then three misbegotten knaves more, one backward in more than just
cap
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, than such an opponent.
Victory was soon ours.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits with all thirteen,
Was to preserve 2nd place.
So we few, we happy few, we band of brothers, were merry
As merry as the day is long.
This Dulwich never did*, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Think of that, Master Brook.
*Well, maybe twice.
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