The pitch at Combe Dingle - the inferior one out at the back, which we are allowed to use - looked to Kevin like a long jump pit. It was chlorine green from the stumps to just in front of the popping creases, and brown with patchy grass on it in between. James felt he didn't want to bat on it, or not yet anyway, and put the opposition in. Unfortunately we did not immediately test the pitch thoroughly: we bowled several wides and full tosses, and their openers got off to something of a flyer. Kartik was uncharacteristically wayward and Paul Snow also below his usual standard. Rhodri, too, struggled at first, but he settled and he, Gregory and James Dutton slowed the scoring. James bowled quite well. Gregory didn't, but somehow got away with it. There was turn, but the pitch did not really misbehave. It was a long time before anybody got a wicket. Eventually James bowled the more dangerous-looking of the openers, but by that time the score was 80. Mike and Kevin kept up the good work, but the bowler who caused greatest confusion was James Coughlan. The surviving opener, who had passed fifty, had never seemed comfortable against the spinners, and simply lacked the patience to wait for James's first ball. Paul stumped him gleefully. Paul also got a good catch off Mike, and one of many miscues finally found its way into Kartik's hands; but an effective final slog brought the total to 180. At the very end they lost a fieldsman: the captain top-edged a ball from Kevin into his own bridgework. He seemed not to be in much pain, considering, but he was clearly unable to continue. The injury is expensive, apparently, but not serious.
Our batting likewise hit itself firmly in its own teeth. Competition was stiff, but the most ridiculous dismissal was probably Kartik's: he forgot to take guard, drifted across until the umpire could see only his leg stump and then got a ball outside leg, jumped back to leg and was bowled off his pads. Survival should not have been difficult, but (apart from Tom, who got a bad decision) only Paul Martin and Mike seriously attempted it. Scoring was always going to be harder. The outfield was very slow. It was also uneven, so that many fieldsmen were beaten by a bad bounce and then turned round to find the ball in a hole a few yards behind then. Paul's effort, and a couple of shots from Kevin and James Coughlan at the end, just about saved us from total embarrassment; but only Paul Martin and James Coughlan can look back on this one with any feeling of satisfaction.