A win to end the tour

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The final match of the tour and the last chance for new but under-fire captain Eds Copleston to rescue his shredded reputation. The day started with a fascinating tour of one of South Africa’s biggest townships and from there moved on to the match. The intended venue at had, sadly, fallen victim to vandalism and looting and cricket there has all but died out. Nevertheless, we had an opposition, although our travelling support was issued with strict orders not to move from immediately in front of the pavilion … it seems the previous side had ignored this rule and had paid the price.

We batted first and yet again our top order failed to fire, proof if it were needed that combining excessive alcohol and no sleep is no way to prepare for a game. Matt Crump made 23 but it wasn’t until Damian Hill thumped 29 and with Alex Craven and Mike Roper making late runs, we were able to post 152 for 8. Tristan Rosenfeldt’s tour came to an end when he was hit on the finger, his you-can-get-gloves-cheaply-in-Mumbai equipment offering as much protection as a meringue. He departed muttering “when will bloody India stop haunting me” only to reappear with a comedy bandage on his hand, more befitting someone who had trapped his hand in a machine.

It seemed as if it would be four losses in four when we conceded 11 wides in the first five overs as the home side raced to 34 for 0. But then we suddenly found some bottle. Michael Chetwode restored some much-needed control and then part-time spinners Matt and Tom Crump and Alan Cope chipped away at the batting. There were still some glitches – Tom Crump managed an 11-ball over – and the odd dropped catch, but we still put ourselves in a winning position before some late jitters took the match almost to the wire. Cool heads prevailed and as the run-rate climbed, we grabbed the last two wickets and finally had our win on tour.

Presentations followed – we waited to see if Copleston would use the same “this is the most beautiful ground we have played at” speech but even he realised that would be too much – which included handing over more Alive and Kicking footballs. A detour at a township bar – where the “barmaid” served from behind a Fort Knox-like system of grills – followed before we headed home.

After a brief pit stop we headed to Newlands for the end-of-tour dinner in the chairman’s dining room. We took the group photo in the middle with Table Mountain in the background and headed inside. Within minutes we were back out on the square to have another group photo, this time including the Johnsons who, inevitably, were late. Not Rick’s fault. Obviously.

The dinner was followed by closing fines and awards. The batsman of the tour was Damian Hill, the bowler Michael Chetwode, the fielder Tom Merry, and the overall Man of the Tour Keith Crump, whose uncomplaining good humour and ability to ignore the worst excesses of his sons was an example to all.

A few late-tour arguments ended the evening, various pubs were visited and the last of the squad returned to the hotel at 10am, complete with lurid tales.

Henderson plunders, Rosenfeldt eats

OCs 189 for 8 (Rosenfeldt 56, Henderson 53*) lost to Frogs 191 for 4 by six wickets

At 5pm on the day before the game we had eight players and no catering arrangements in place for Sunday's game against the Frogs. A thought shower and no little blue sky thinking later we had 11 men and a car boot full of economy meat and salad. Adam Takla and Dave Shapland came in for their OC debuts whilst Ed Henderson and Tristan Rosenfeldt scuttled off home to prepare some salads for the BBQ (green for the former, potato for the latter... under his mother's supervision).

Sunday was a fine day and and it was a pleasure to welcome Rob Warbuton as captain of the opposition. Rosenfeldt arranged for us to bat first so that we could prepare the BBQ and Warburton cleverly arranged for there to be no ten-over limit per bowler in the fifty-over match.

Johnny Gates composed an elegant 9 until he was shot out by an umpire keen to get into the action. Damian Hill butchered a quick twenty, Shapland didn't hang around and Tom Merry, still mentally in Infernos where he had been the previous night, thought he could steal a quick single. Rosenfeldt was at the other end and quite simply wasn't having any of it.

Henderson, flagrantly disobeying doctors orders not to aggravate his foot, came in at the allrounders position of No. 6 and scratched around for an unbeaten half century, his maiden for the club. A total of 180 in 50 overs wasn't enough but it was at least something and, given the relative weakness of the batting, was a decent effort.

Early wickets were required but not forthcoming. A Paul Vickersesque left hander wiped several ugly boundaries despite craven bowling with impressive control. Henderson claimed his first wicket as an off spinner and Hardy-King bowled with pace and aggression but the result was never in doubt. The Frogs won by six wickets with 10 overs to spare.