Authors: Brett Lee
We got to the library a few moments later. It was decked out in green and gold. A table in the front,
draped in a white tablecloth, had an array of small trophies and plaques spread across it. Other tables held enormous plates of food.
‘Wow!’ Jimbo said, dumping his bag and racing off to the nearest table. The place was packed with people. I recognised kids, coaches and parents from the other teams in the Under-13 cricket competition. The only club that seemed thinly represented was the Scorpions. There were rumours that it was folding. Already players were looking for other clubs. Mr Smale, its owner, had supposedly disappeared up north. No one knew exactly where.
Mr Pasquali, our cricket coach, and Alistair, owner of the amazing Master Blaster virtual cricket machine, were both there. It was good to see the two of them chatting and both looking excited. Maybe Mr Pasquali was doing a deal to get the Master Blaster to school? I would definitely have a chat with him about it.
It turned out that some of the coaches, along with Dad and David, had organised for the Best and Fairest night to be held here at the MCG—in the library. They just hadn’t got around to telling me. Jimbo, Scott and all the others knew.
I grabbed a seat next to Georgie when David finally got hold of the microphone to start the formal part of the evening. He told a few funny cricket stories and then passed the microphone over to Mr Pasquali, who as winning coach got the job of calling out the votes. The player with the most votes from each team automatically won their club’s best and
fairest. The player with the most votes won the overall Len Dalton Best Player award.
After three rounds it became pretty obvious that it was out of three players—Scott, a kid called Dean Turnbull and myself.
‘You know what your problem is?’ Georgie leaned over and whispered in my ear, as Mr Pasquali cleared his throat to start the fourth round of votes.
‘Tell me.’
‘Our team was so damn good that we’re all taking votes from you.’ I’d had the same thought myself, but now that Georgie had spelled it out I relaxed a little. I’d had a big enough year cricket-wise—and otherwise.
Scott ended up winning.
‘Geez, what’s changed him?’ Georgie whispered as he politely shook hands with the officials out the front. He stepped over to the microphone. From nowhere the image of Scott being taken over by a Grubber suddenly flashed into my mind, the spirit of an old cricketer somehow causing the major personality change. Shaking my head, I tried to banish the thought from my brain.
‘What?’ Georgie whispered.
‘I’ll tell you later,’ I said, staring intently at Scott’s face. Surely not! He began speaking.
‘Um, yeah, well it’s been a pretty eventful season, what with me changing clubs halfway through and everything.’ He looked up and met my gaze. ‘Um, I guess I really owe this to the guys at Riverwall, where I’ve played nearly all my cricket, and especially Toby
Jones, who’s shown me a few things about cricket…’ I shook my head slightly. He grinned. ‘And if he and the others at Riverwall will let me come back and play then that’d be awesome.’
He stepped away from the microphone looking almost embarrassed at the long ovation he was receiving.
While Dad and David reminisced, we walked outside to the viewing area, finding a row of seats that looked out over the ground. For a while none of us spoke, each person soaking up the atmosphere of the MCG and reliving the amazing adventures of the past few months.
‘I’m looking forward to staying in my own time and playing cricket,’ I said finally, sighing.
‘Couldn’t have put it better myself.’ Jimbo slapped his legs and stood up.
‘Where are you going?’ I asked, moving in my seat.
‘Never you mind.’ The others stood but Georgie suddenly squeezed my hand.
‘Stay a moment longer,’ she said, smiling. I shrugged, relaxing back in the seat. We sat there in silence again, gazing out over the ground. Georgie’s hand was still in mine when a quiet voice started speaking from the row behind.
‘Toby, my boy, you were right about that scoreboard.’
‘Jim!’ I cried, jumping up. Behind him was a wall of people, staring down at us and smiling, Mum, Dad
and Natalie in the middle of them all. They’d snuck up behind us. Slowly they moved down, but Georgie and I managed to grab the two seats on either side of him. ‘The scoreboard?’
Jim nodded towards the large electronic scoreboard. ‘Well, we felt it was necessary to modernise a few aspects of the Timeless Cricket Match,’ he smiled. ‘You’ll be pleased to know that the old scoreboard is still there, but there’s no need for me to be there with it.’
‘And the game’s going well?’
‘Oh, it’s chugging along at a rare old rate. There’s a good crowd building and one day I’ll return, as will you, Toby.’
‘But not yet, Jim.’
Jim looked at me, his eyes twinkling. ‘Oh no, Toby Jones. Not yet. We’ve much to do here first.’
‘Like?’ I said, suddenly fearing another frightening encounter of some sort with a spook from cricket’s past.
‘Well, for a start we need to get that cover drive of yours working; and then there’s a leg cutter which I want you to develop—’
‘Oh, is that all?’
‘
Is that all?
’ For the first time in ages I saw Jim laugh; really laugh. From the belly. Finally he stopped shaking. ‘Well, perhaps the odd little escape to a cricket match in the past. What do you think, Toby?’
‘I think that’s a good idea.’
It wasn’t our home ground, but it was close enough. The organisers of the Junior World Cup had scheduled cricket matches across the suburbs. International coaches and talent scouts mingled with old men walking their dogs and people strolling with pushers. It was World Cup cricket in their backyard! But Jimbo, Scott and I, the three Victorian representatives, were familiar enough with the ground. It was the Scorpions’ home ground, and although we hadn’t played on this particular oval, it was close enough.
We lined up opposite the New Zealand team for the national anthems.
‘You reckon they’ll do a haka?’ Scott whispered as we moved forwards to shake hands a few minutes later.
‘Good luck,’ I mumbled nervously, shaking hands with each of them. We had lost the toss and were fielding. I would be bowling the first over of the game.
The day was cool and overcast but there was still a huge crowd of people gathered around the ground. Cars filled the surrounding streets. Dad and Jim had arrived earlier and grabbed a great spot. I noticed that lots of other families from the Riverwall team, including Georgie, Ally and the rest of the gang, had joined them.
There was a real tension in the air and a sudden calm descended over the ground as our captain, a guy
from Western Australia, made some last-minute adjustments to the field. I tossed the ball from hand to hand, looking around the oval.
‘Play!’ the umpire finally called, dropping his arm. Someone in the crowd started clapping and noise and excitement filled the air.
‘Come on, Toby!’ two deep, male voices suddenly yelled out. Despite my nerves I smiled. I knew who they were.
When the West Indies scored 7/131 against South Africa in an international Twenty/20 in 2008, the highest contributor to their innings were extras—who ‘scored’ 29 runs!
The Twenty/20 records and general cricket information contained in
Howzat!
were correct when the book was written. But cricket records change all the time, especially in Twenty/20!
To keep up with the latest, check out the worldwide web. Sites like www.cricinfo.com have all kinds of statistics.
bails
Two small pieces of wood that sit on top of the stumps. At least one has to fall off the stumps for a bowled or run-out decision to be made.
centre-wicket practice
Team practice played out on a cricket field, as opposed to in the nets. Sometimes two or more bowlers are used, one after the other, to speed up the practice. If the batter goes out, he or she usually stays on for more batting practice.
covers
A fielding position on the side of the wicket that the batter is facing, halfway between the bowler and the wicket keeper.
crease
There are quite a few creases in cricket. They are lines drawn near the stumps that help the batters and bowlers know where they are in relation to the stumps.
fine leg
A fielding position down near the boundary line behind the wicket keeper. Often a fast bowler fields in this position.
gully
A close-in fielding position along from the slips—the fielders next to the wicket keeper.
hat trick
When a bowler takes three wickets with three balls, one after the other.
lbw
Stands for ‘leg before wicket’. This is a way for a batter to be dismissed. If the bowler hits the pads of the batter with the ball, and he or she thinks that the ball would have gone on and hit the stumps, then the bowler can appeal for lbw. If the umpire is sure that the batter didn’t hit the ball with the bat, then the batter may be given out.
leg-stump
There are three stumps. This is the stump that is nearest the legs of the batter.
maiden
If a bowler bowls an over and no runs are scored from it, then it is called a maiden.
mid-off
A fielding position next to the bowler. It is on the off, or bat, side of the pitch as the batter looks down the wicket.
mid-on
A fielding position next to the bowler. It is on the on, or leg, side of the pitch as the batter looks down the wicket.
no ball
If a bowler puts his or her foot entirely over the return crease (the marked line) then it is a no ball and the batter can’t be given out—unless it is a run-out.
off-stump
The stump that is on the batting side of the batter.
third man
A fielding position down behind the wicket keeper but on the other side of the fine leg fielder. The third man fielder is behind the slips fielders.
yorker
The name for a delivery, usually bowled by a medium or fast bowler, that is pitched right up near the batter’s feet. It is full pitched and fast.
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