Were crown green bowls matches to be shown on the BBC’s “Match of the Day” programme, then our home encounter with Chatsworth last Tuesday would surely have featured highly. Gary Lineker would have waxed lyrical while his team of pundits uttered their oohs, aahs and nods of approval in the right places with or without the Director General’s arm inserted into their backs from within, as on a warm and balmy summer’s evening we urged and coaxed each other on to our 71 to 59 victory. I dare say that even the Duke of Devonshire himself, had he been present to add support to his side, would have revelled in the excitement as he’d sipped his mug of Edith’s renowned tea and couple of chocolate biscuits. It had been a pleasure to play in and in no small part due to Chatsworth for their participation in such a match.
The occasion was so very nearly mirrored two days later as this time we hosted Bradwell for our Thursday League contest. Alas, ’twas not to be this time. In the competition in which we have as yet to score a win this term it was a case of “so near yet so far.” Behind after the doubles games we fought back well to hold a slender lead going into the final pairing, but Bradwell seem always to be fierce opponents and more often than not pull out a secret weapon when needed, this time being the indomitable Martin C who swept aside our hopes of a celebration that would undoubtedly gone on well into the night. (Well maybe not, but it sounds good.) The final score being a tantalisingly close 111 to 107 defeat and further consignment at the lower reaches of the table.
Nevertheless, as the hand of fate often dictates, we have our chance for revenge early as we travel on Tuesday to Bradwell in the tournament in which we are excelling this year. I’m looking forward to it, and trust that next week’s missal will contain tidings to make Parwich hearts sing.
…Mark J.
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