Apologies for the ending to the title, but that pretty much sums up this particular Saturday. A day when the England football team have reached their first World Cup semi final since 1990, a day when I should be rejoicing and feeling happy.But I cannot bring myself to feel good at all. A feeling of numbness and disinterest has taken over every fibre of my being today. Even if it were the final of the World Cup today, I still wouldn’t be able to bring myself to rejoice in a moment of national triumph.Just sitting here, staring vacantly into space. Been trying to watch some YouTube sporting videos, but with little interest or excitement. Can’t understand why this has happened today. I’ve negotiated a tricky month of the year and all was seeming to be good from my point of view. But crash!!! I’ve even been asleep on one of the hottest days of the year. During that sleep, I dreamt about being on a plane and escaping from everything. My brain has gone walkabout today and it’s hard to fathom why.So I apologise for not being in a joyous mood of national celebration. Having a mental illness means that enjoyment is temporarily suspended. I hope that tomorrow is a better day. Hoping, hoping. A.S.D Brooks
Hello, and good evening. Again, another sojourn in the scorebox today. It was a short away trip for the team, who were attempting to make it to the last 16 of the National Club Cricket Championship, for the whole of the UK! Some achievement if they could win.
Slight problem before the start. I had a little dose of tummy troubles which necessitated a trip to the loo. Once that was out of the way, I was slightly dismayed to find myself without a colleague to share duties with. I didn’t know who the other team’s players were, and I kept calling out to one of the players to appraise me of the bowlers and catchers.
But you always need luck to survive. I was doing computer scoring, doing the live feed, when a bowler’s name came up that wasn’t on my list. With nobody around to confirm or deny, I stopped the computer scoring. Then the ball got lost and the players took a while to retrieve it. During the delay, I walked onto the field and asked one of the team who this mystery player was. I returned to my post, resumed the live feed and got my equilibrium back.
It was hot work. The sun was shining directly into the box rendering it quite stuffy and uncomfortable. But I soldiered on, got the first innings out of the way. The two umpires, whom I know extremely well, were very appreciative of my efforts, along with our lads. One of the umpires actually asked the opposition to send one of their lads to the scorebox so I could fill in the batsmen’s names. This they duly did, and the opposition lads they sent round were very amicable, chatty and informative.
The result of the game? Well in 22 years with my club, this is the first time we have made it to the last 16! The last 16 in the whole country! Fantastic effort by the lads and it seemed as though the effort shattered them, as it was a scorching afternoon. With England winning the football 6-1 and the England cricket team winning 5-0, a fab day all round.
Again, alls well that ends well from my perspective. I worked the scoreboard, the book and the live computer scoring without hiccup. And I’m quite proud of that fact. And the appreciation was very welcome. I really am enjoying this season more than I have done for a very long time.
So in the last 16, the team have to travel down to West Sussex. But anything is possible! So looking forward to the next game.
It’s the football World Cup going on at the moment in Russia and England are playing this evening.
Just to remind people, England won the World Cup in 1966, before I was born. Since then, we’ve made it to one semi final, in 1990, the year of Paul Gascoigne’s tearful exit versus West Germany, as was. We have the strongest professional football league in the world and yet every four years, England fans prepare themselves to be totally underwhelmed by our underperforming stars who do so well for their clubs, but not country.
Why is this? Mainly because most of the other teams are stronger, our Football Association appoint wishy washy managers who are generally nice men, but don’t have that X Factor to get the best out of the team. The one chance the F.A. had in the 1970s to appoint a manager who would have done brilliantly on the world stage, Brian Clough, was squandered in favour of a safe option, Ron Greenwood, who hardly pulled up any trees. You could say, and so on and so forth right up to the present day. Gareth Southgate is a nice bloke, but is he a winner? I doubt it very much.
So all the flags will festoon every corner of the land before kick off this evening. Chants of “Engerland, Enger…..land” will bellow from most pubs and clubs up and down the country. Patriotism at it’s best. Nothing wrong with that. Nice to have a bit of realism. And I can’t see the team doing very well in this tournament.
All I will say is, I hope to be proved spectacularly wrong. Come 7pm our time this evening, the failure of the last 52 years will be laid bare again. Can’t wait to be underwhelmed again.