![]() ![]() Straightaway I swung my bat, clipping him on the knee. The next over I went down to talk to my batting partner and looked up in time to see the same bowler charging. Cricket was the thing I loved the most, and as much as I wanted to win, it was still just a game. I grew up in a tough league where everyone played hard, aggressive cricket. It would never have crossed my mind to do that. He whispered: "If he does that again, hit him with the bat." So I went on batting until I ended up at Dazza's end. Mid-pitch I looked around to see if anyone had seen the bowler charge through, but no one had. The one umpiring was a thickset middle-order batsman from the 1sts named Darren most called him Dazza. The crowd was full of not just parents but senior players from the club. Why was this guy purposefully bumping into me? ![]()
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