The dream has died…

Today, the senior team from my cricket club were competing in the last 16 of the UK National Club Cricket competition, for the very first time.So all of us met quite early to make the long trip down to Sussex. As you can see from the photo, it was a scorching July day, continuing this incredible summer weather.What about how I was feeling? After the farce of a game yesterday, my mood wasn’t great this morning and I had half a mind to pull out. But I had a duty to honour the commitment to score so I went along to the game.And I didn’t get so emotionally involved like yesterday. I was quite sanguine about the whole day. And that seemed to work. It was an excellent game of cricket to watch and the lads came out on the wrong side of the result. But it was a proper game, played with intensity and the right level of aggression, but played properly. Well umpired too and I had an excellent partner in crime who knew what he was doing also. So an error free day from my point of view and no silliness like yesterday. I wouldn’t have been able to cope with two in a row.So the dream has died for another year but the club can be justly proud of their efforts to make it to the last 16. The opposition today were a good bunch and the game was watched by at least 200 people, which for a club game is the largest spectator audience I’ve seen. Just a very nice occasion and good match.The traffic home was slow as we hit the holidaymakers coming back from the coast. But I’m home now, tired but a lot happier than this time yesterday.A.S.D Brooks

Author: allenbrooks44

44 year old adult living with Autism...