The sound of leather on willow and skin
Yesterday, taking advantage of some free tickets that came our way, we went to watch Nottinghamshire CCC take on Glamorgan in a one-day cricket match.

The sun shone down, the hard work of the weekend was behind us, and we sat in the glory that is Trent Bridge and soaked up a fascinating game of cricket, which reached a climax when Notts needed 18 to win off the last three balls, and managed to reduce this to 6 to win off the last thanks to two glorious sixes from Patel.

Unfortunately the last ball of the match only went for a single, to give Glamorgan their first win of the season, but nonetheless it was a great day out.

Unfortunately the old woman who was sat five seats along from us couldn't say the same having been hit by a massive six struck during the Glamorgan Innings.

Now being hit by a cricket ball hurts.

Being hit on your arm as a woman in your sixties must really bastard hurt.

The poor woman slumped into her husband, and approximately 10-15 minutes later a steward and a member of St Johns Ambulance turned up. Now if they were busy with someone who was dying then fair enough, but I suspect it was simply a case of really poor provision for crowd safety that left this poor woman being cared for by well-meaning spectators for a long time.

Put simply, it wasn't good enough, and left a sour taste in the mouth on what was otherwise and enthralling day's cricket.
- posted by Paul @ 3:45 pm