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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Hallo," said the wicket-keeper, "I thought you were left-handed; why aren't you playing right?" "No, I'm really right-handed," I said. "I played that way by mistake just now. Sorry." He grunted sceptically, and the bowler came up to have things explained to her. The next ball I hit left-handed for six. "Is he really right-handed?" the bowler asked Mrs Oakley.
There was some subdued laughter. Lovelace turned round to the wicket-keeper and said: "Strange as it may seem, I am the worst member of this rotten side, and I am playing for my place. This is the way to keep your place at Fernhurst." The final achievement was a successful appeal against the light. The next day it rained in torrents.
Then a terrible thing happened, for Howieson, instead of stopping the ball with his bat, must needs stop it with his leg. "How's that?" cried the Columbian wicket-keeper, "how's that, umpire?" Was his leg before wicket or not? And for the moment every one, Seminary and Columbian, Bulldog, McGuffie, Bailie, men, women and children, held their breath.
The twine hung out of the window, and I knew that Mercer had thrown it up, and the second time sent it right in at the open sash, no difficult task for him, as he was one of the most skilful throwers we had in the school, and he could generally hit a boy running fast when we were engaged in a game, while at cricket, the way in which he could field a ball, and send it up to the wicket-keeper, made him a special acquisition in a game.
Burr major, as captain of the eleven, rather unwillingly, I'm afraid, but for the sake of the credit of the school, selected Mercer and me for the match. I was to be wicket-keeper, and Mercer, from his clever and enduring running, and power to cover so much ground, was made long field off.
Before we left Bresle I got a Brigade Bombing Sergeant Sergeant T. Matthewson of the 5th N.F., who had had long experience as Battalion Bombing Sergeant, and was a thoroughly trained and reliable man. I found him most useful in his new office and I am glad to know that he got safely through the war. Amongst other accomplishments he was a good wicket-keeper, as I found later on.
The batsmen took it for granted that it was a boundary hit, and were changing ends when, one man being out of his ground, the wicket was put down, the wicket-keeper not recognizing that the ball was "dead." The umpire gave the man "out." The man demurred, and immediately shouts arose on all sides: "Out!" "Not out!" "Out!" "Not out!" "Out!"
He pulled himself together on being appealed to, and ran, but it was evident that he could not reach his crease, as Long-stop had accidentally stopped the lightning-ball much to his own chagrin and was hurling it back to the wicket-keeper with all the enthusiasm of acute agony. Our unhappy batsman did what excitable little boys always do flung in his bat and sprawled on the ground.
Because you presented the bat to him yourself." "That proves nothing. I gave myself a bat too, as it happens; and a better one than Plummer's. After all, his average was only 25. Mine, if the weather had allowed me to finish my solitary innings, would probably have been 26." "As it was, the weather only allowed you to give a chance to the wicket-keeper off the one ball you had."
Bat meets ball with a smack which echoes from the Tennis-Court to the stands across the ground. Now watch Scaife! He dashes at top speed for the only point where his hands may intercept that hard-hit ball. And, by Heaven! he stops it, and flicks it up to the wicket-keeper, who chips off the bails. "How's that?" "Not out!" "Well fielded; well fielded, sir!"
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