I took the view that no bowler was going to recall me if I was given out when they knew I wasn't, so I was fücked if I was going to walk to help them out.Originally Posted by Luis Anaconda
I took the view that no bowler was going to recall me if I was given out when they knew I wasn't, so I was fücked if I was going to walk to help them out.
I fully appreciate that view - just think it is a personal thing. Wouldn't enjoy a victory if I knew I was out
Meh. A win's a win.
It has always bothered me that there's supposed to be a moral imperative for the batsman to own up when he thinks he's out, but absolutely none for the fielding side not to appeal for absolutely everything even when they know it's not out.
Yep - didn't like my teams doing that either. Or giving needless **** to batsman or questioning the umpire. Standards, bMeh. A win's a win.
It has always bothered me that there's supposed to be a moral imperative for the batsman to own up when he thinks he's out, but absolutely none for the fielding side not to appeal for absolutely everything even when they know it's not out.
I took the view that it was the umpire's decision. Who am I to interfere with his work?
I was once stumped off a leg side wide (nowhere near leaving my crease) and was on 49 at the time. ****s.
There were many variables to just how cünty I'd be about it. I'd be: the state of the match; how well I was batting; how knackered I was; how quick the bowlers were, etc, etc.I took the view that it was the umpire's decision. Who am I to interfere with his work?
I was once stumped off a leg side wide (nowhere near leaving my crease) and was on 49 at the time. ****s.
Actually, the last one is a joke, but I have played with guys who'd have walked on an lbw appeal if someone a bit rapid was operating.
I did once face a young chap from Trinidad who was frighteningly quick and far too good for our league. He bowled left arm round the wicket at my throat for about four overs with not a single ball in my half. I couldnt even get out, he was getting so much seam movement I couldnt even get a nick on it. He bowled one on to the pads which I flicked for four and that only made him angrier.There were many variables to just how cünty I'd be about it. I'd be: the state of the match; how well I was batting; how knackered I was; how quick the bowlers were, etc, etc.
Actually, the last one is a joke, but I have played with guys who'd have walked on an lbw appeal if someone a bit rapid was operating.
The only time in my cricketing career that I was ever actually quite frightened. I got out to a fat spinner a few overs later.....
I am racking my brains but I cant think of a single time when I actually walked.....
Yes. There was always that dreadful thing of looking at the opposition and seeing the usual array of teenagers and middle-aged fat blokes and there, sticking out like a bulldog's böllocks in deepest Surrey stockbroker country would be some strapping young black geezer. And the opposition captain would give you a grin when you were going out to toss up and say something like 'Young Denzil's joined us this year. Played a pretty high standard, I believe. Lovely lad'. This 'lovely lad' would then spend the first few overs of the game trying to rearrange your face.I did once face a young chap from Trinidad who was frighteningly quick and far too good for our league. He bowled left arm round the wicket at my throat for about four overs with not a single ball in my half. I couldnt even get out, he was getting so much seam movement I couldnt even get a nick on it. He bowled one on to the pads which I flicked for four and that only made him angrier.
The only time in my cricketing career that I was ever actually quite frightened. I got out to a fat spinner a few overs later.....
I am racking my brains but I cant think of a single time when I actually walked.....
It was quite fun when you had the ringer, though. One season we had two. That made skippering so easy.
Yes - I remember playing Burnham and they had a lad from Barbados playing for them. He was a bit rapid. At one point I was umpiring (having cunningly batted and been out while he was taking a breather) and he was even scary then. Our batsman manage to dig out a yorker, run and single and said to me "That was close." "Damned right," I replied. "To be honest if he appealed I would have just given you out not to anger him"Yes. There was always that dreadful thing of looking at the opposition and seeing the usual array of teenagers and middle-aged fat blokes and there, sticking out like a bulldog's böllocks in deepest Surrey stockbroker country would be some strapping young black geezer. And the opposition captain would give you a grin when you were going out to toss up and say something like 'Young Denzil's joined us this year. Played a pretty high standard, I believe. Lovely lad'. This 'lovely lad' would then spend the first few overs of the game trying to rearrange your face.
It was quite fun when you had the ringer, though. One season we had two. That made skippering so easy.
I dont mind someone quick, I dont mind someone bowling short- even n the nets. I mind facing someone who is quick and far too good for me. That is when you get hurt.Yes. There was always that dreadful thing of looking at the opposition and seeing the usual array of teenagers and middle-aged fat blokes and there, sticking out like a bulldog's böllocks in deepest Surrey stockbroker country would be some strapping young black geezer. And the opposition captain would give you a grin when you were going out to toss up and say something like 'Young Denzil's joined us this year. Played a pretty high standard, I believe. Lovely lad'. This 'lovely lad' would then spend the first few overs of the game trying to rearrange your face.
It was quite fun when you had the ringer, though. One season we had two. That made skippering so easy.
Funny thing is, I got hit plenty of times and didnt really mind it- hip, fingers, shoulder, chest, elbow, thigh. It is the prospect of getting hit that I don't like, plus the fear of taking one right in the face.
Why is the ringer never a bloody spinner?? Facing a genuinely good spinner is tremendous fun but it never happens. Most are just chaps who decided to become a spinner once they reached a certain weight.
I used to love facing the first eleven spinner in the nets. He was brilliant, and there was no better preparation for the technique. Tremendous fun.
THe first eleven pace bowlers, not so much fun
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