A lyrical end to the season. [Sung] To the tune of Piano Man……

It’s one o’clock on that Sunday
Mighty Greys had stumbled in
There’s some Greysmen sitting next to me
Each nursing an ale at their chin
Skip says, I’ve tossed up the coin and we’re batting
I’m not really sure how it’ll go
But it’s Biff and it’s Dunc, a pair unlikely to flunk
To get the runs off to a steady old flow

Oh, la-la-la, di-da-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

Hit us a six you’re a Greysman
Drink us some beers tonight
‘Cos we’re all in the mood for a victory
So we can get proper oiled, alright

Now, their bowling attack, it proved challenging
Along with the spongy astro pitch
Jerry, Biff, Ben, Del, Dunc, Al fell cheaply
Leaving the Mighty Greys 60 odd for 6
Well, Dom did provide some resistance
Flamboyant lofted cuts on show
But the bounce of the pitch caused another great glitch
Leaving him out for 20 or so….

Oh, la-la-la, di-da-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

Now, 68 for 8, wickets taken in speights
The match, it was gone for sure
But Tim with great shots, EO and Tel with solid blocks
Ramped the score past 150 and more
And the sixes reigned down with great wallops
And the singles ran with cheek and great guile
With hamstrings intact, Greys rearguard now fact
The crescent had to forget about tea for a while

Hit us a six you’re a Greysman
Drink us some beers tonight
‘Cos we’re all in the mood for a victory
So we can get proper oiled, alright

(Tea Break – music back to start)

It’s four o’clock on that Sunday
TMGs take the field
Louis with new ball revving up next to me
Second ball leaving the off stump cartwheeled
Skip says, Great start, don’t f*** with the Mighty Greys
I’m pretty sure now how this’ll go
Cos its EO and Tel, oft a batter’s pure hell
Surely, they’ll never be allowed in their flow

Oh, la-la-la, di-da-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

Hit us a six you’re a Greysman
Drink us some beers tonight
‘Cos we’re all in the mood for a victory
So we can get proper oiled, alright

Now, Del he’s an extraordinary keeper,
Few byes and three catches to boot
Dunc’s first catch also stuck sweetly
In the field the Greys were having a hoot
And Biff’s catch off humble El Shadow
Means the bowling trophy’s soon to be his
That, plus a ‘tricky’ slip grab from Jerry
Has put him first, one wicket ahead of poor Chris

Oh, la-la-la, di-da-da
La-la, di-di-da, da-dum

‘Twas the season’s last game, a cool Sunday
All TMGs still give a big smile
Cos we know it’s the Greys we’ve come for to play
To forget about life for a while
And the horn, it sounds like a carnival
And our whites, they smell like a beer
And we sit on our kit, knowing ale keeps us fit
And say, Man what a win we’ve had here….

Hit us a six you’re a Greysman
Drink us some beers tonight
‘Cos we’re all in the mood for a victory
So we can get proper oiled, alright

TMGs – 180-9
BHCCC – 157

TMGs win by 23 runs

PSM – Tim’s 4 off last ball of innings to bring up maiden century
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Stato’s report
Gaelic stats…this week brought to you from an AirBnB in Dublin.
That’s all folks the fun and frolics are over for another year…
First off let’s start with the catching – I called it a couple of weeks ago and new addition to the Greys, Chris F, claims his maiden trophy. In the batting Dom reclaims the trophy; and butter me lightly and call me Sven they said it would never happen but the Greys elder statesman and doyen of the club, the silver Shadow, sneaks in to take advantage of Chris not playing the last two games to claim the bowling. Mention this week also for Tim for his maiden ton for the Greys (102*) (and I believe his first ever ton???).