Heel-kicking until spring
Posted in ECB ACO
What a contrast to this time last year when a blanket of snow covered the ground!
I live very close to Market Harborough Cricket Club's attractive ground on Fairfield Road and on some very mild days recently you could almost hear the sound of leather on willow!
A fine new pavilion is now in evidence, as befitting a club which has been unbeaten in both league and cup competitions for two seasons.
Two of my four grandsons live locally, the younger of which, aged seven, has always demonstrated good ball skills. He attended some coaching sessions back in the summer and I'm hoping he will have maintained his interest in the game by the time next season comes around.
Regular readers of these musings will know that, having made myself available for the first time for appointments in the Leicestershire County Cricket League, I was a appointed to two Premier League games and I'm very much hoping that I can build on these experiences in 2012. The grading I have received is such that I can apply for ECB appointments, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed!
In the meantime, I have attended no less than four meetings since the season's end, as well as two dinners. I have four more dinners to look forward to in the new year.
The guest speaker at the Rutland and District Cricket League (R&DCL) annual dinner three weeks ago was due to be Leicestershire's Jacques De Toit who, unfortunately, suffered a 'blow-out' just outside Leeds and never made it.
The League Committee strive to invite speakers who have experienced the R&DCL at some point in their careers and Du Toit (Godmanchester Town) was due to follow in the footsteps of, amongst others, Matt Boyce (Market Overton) and Dawid Malan (Oundle Town).
Rugby (watching Northampton Saints), walking (at least once a week) and listening to live jazz (as often as possible) occupy my time as I impatiently kick my heels waiting for the arrival of BST which is still some four months off.
There is, of course, plenty of cricket to follow around the world but none of it, in my view, can hope to replace that which can, metaphorically speaking, be found on one's own doorstep.