a tale of two cricket grounds
On Monday Teapot and I went with Mrs FLN, Baddog, Mrs Baddog and junior BD
to the Test Match at Trent Bridge. We were joined in the afternoon by Doc Spooner who came by train straight from the Children's Hospital in Birmingham.
We had a great time watching Michael Vaughan at his elegant best and soaking up the atmosphere and the sunshine which has been a bit missing of late in these parts. The Doc came with his pilot case and the latest volume of Wisden, the cricket almanac; so I was treated to all of the amusing and obscure stories of the last 12 months in between and during the action on the pitch. It was junior's first test match and he was well taken up in it all. It reminded me of my dad taking me to my first test match and me doing the same for FLN.
There was an inevitable undercurrent in all of this. We came together because we are all bonded like glue through the loss of FLN and El Pasto last September. It was my first time driving to Nottingham since I went to El Pasto's funeral and thanksgiving and for the Baddogs it was their first trip to a cricket ground since that awful September day when they were with the two of them and Mrs FLN plus others at Edgbaston to watch England play Pakistan before they set off up the M6.
And so to yesterday when Teapot and me went to the Twenty Twenty finals at Edgbaston in Birmingham. Not the same kind of cricket and not improved by Lancashire's dismal performance.
But more poignancy. Where did they sit that Sunday? Thinking about the fun of that day and then not 2 hours after leaving the ground life on this earth was over.
We are now in rewind and replay mode. We approach September 10 and ask ourselves and recall what we were doing on this day or that day, when did we last see him or speak to him. And the video rolls on inexorably. There are other friends and no doubt family too who will watch the video over the coming weeks: not the same shots and not as much no doubt: but you will still be watching.
It is something we cannot avoid and nor should we. And as we watch we will continue to learn more about and explore that huge four letter word Hope.
to the Test Match at Trent Bridge. We were joined in the afternoon by Doc Spooner who came by train straight from the Children's Hospital in Birmingham.We had a great time watching Michael Vaughan at his elegant best and soaking up the atmosphere and the sunshine which has been a bit missing of late in these parts. The Doc came with his pilot case and the latest volume of Wisden, the cricket almanac; so I was treated to all of the amusing and obscure stories of the last 12 months in between and during the action on the pitch. It was junior's first test match and he was well taken up in it all. It reminded me of my dad taking me to my first test match and me doing the same for FLN.
There was an inevitable undercurrent in all of this. We came together because we are all bonded like glue through the loss of FLN and El Pasto last September. It was my first time driving to Nottingham since I went to El Pasto's funeral and thanksgiving and for the Baddogs it was their first trip to a cricket ground since that awful September day when they were with the two of them and Mrs FLN plus others at Edgbaston to watch England play Pakistan before they set off up the M6.
And so to yesterday when Teapot and me went to the Twenty Twenty finals at Edgbaston in Birmingham. Not the same kind of cricket and not improved by Lancashire's dismal performance.But more poignancy. Where did they sit that Sunday? Thinking about the fun of that day and then not 2 hours after leaving the ground life on this earth was over.
We are now in rewind and replay mode. We approach September 10 and ask ourselves and recall what we were doing on this day or that day, when did we last see him or speak to him. And the video rolls on inexorably. There are other friends and no doubt family too who will watch the video over the coming weeks: not the same shots and not as much no doubt: but you will still be watching.
It is something we cannot avoid and nor should we. And as we watch we will continue to learn more about and explore that huge four letter word Hope.
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