However, after tagging the latter on Instagram, they notified us that it wasn't them at all. All a bit odd really...

Then, in keeping with a team who don't even know their own name, it was no surprise that Callum, Skipper for the day, received a text at 1pm saying they were running late. Your correspondent's blood pressure began to rise but having played out 80 overs the previous day, wasn't actually too upset that the game would be reduced to 35 overs. Enforcing the toss on a Sunday friendly oppo isn't really the done thing but that doesn't make it any less infuriating when they win it then and make you do what you didn't want to, though. We were bowling first.

Having received his baggie minutes before, our new Bajan hero, Shamar Grant, took the fresh cherry alongside Rahul Nair. The latter struggled a little with the left hand right hand opening pair but Marz sorted that out, inducing an edge from the leftie, gleefully swallowed by Lonnen at 1st Slip.

The other Opener looked dangerous, however and his aggressive approach was bearing fruit, allowing his more subdued partner time to settle in. The pair made pretty serene progress despite the introduction of Aman and Azha. There hadn't been much swing around for the others, and the look on the batter's face said it all, when to no one's surprise (other than said batter) Azha's first delivery verred wildly from the off side, over the top of the stumps to be taken a good 6ft to Leon's left. The man could swing a can of baked beans! All of a sudden, the batsmen had a job on. The Jain Train and Azha pushed hard for another breakthrough and, just after the drinks break, we got one. The dangerous opener inexplicably tried to scoop Azha and saw his furniture rearranged.

The next batter was elegant and classy. Only a young lad but he showed a fine array of shots (possibly to counter his father's wild swinging at the other end). As Callum mixed up his bowling options in the hunt for more wickets, we all stuck to our task manfully in the field, despite things looking a little precarious as the pair really started to motor. They'd gone from 72-1 at drinks to 190 odd in the blink of an eye but, much to our delight, all batted pretty poorly towards the end of their innings. Wickets fell at an alarming rate, with Nealon picking up a few courtesy of the safe hands and gloves of Messrs Lonsdale and Parks, before Rahul returned to also pick up a couple of wickets. We didn't quite bowl them out but restricted them to a very chasebale 232 on The Nursery.

Callum's original plan was for George Boughton and Leon to open the batting but after keeping and still suffering from the effects of that blow to the elbow in Gibraltar, Leon asked to drop down. The Skipper was looking for an Opener, which was a bit weird, because as far as I was concerned there was an obvious choice - himself! A quick word in his ear and he padded up with George.

Things didn't get off to a great start as George ran himself out coming back for a second run and then having built some sort of platform with Daley against some sharp bowling, Lonnen also departed about 6 overs later. The Skipper had other ideas though and it wasn't long before he brought up his 50. Champion Boss had whacked a few before getting a leading edge and then Ploughmans' money man really showed us all he can. Bob Keogh batted as well as I've ever seen him to steady things with Callum, hitting gaps and running hard, and by drinks we were very much in command. Miles ahead of the required rate all we needed was a few more overs of Callum's carnage and we'd be home and dry. Those drinks, as they so often do, came at exactly the wrong time for Callum however, who lost his rhythm somewhat and got trapped plumb lbw five balls into the first over and fell for a very entertaining 78.

Aman joined Bob and immediately set about plundering boundaries all over the ground before unwittingly hitting his own stumps as he dug one out and then tried to clear the ball away. Keogh eventually fell, as did Leon and just for a moment I did consider the horrible thought of losing to this lot (which really would've been pretty unforgivable given how village they were at times), but this was a strong Sunday outfit we'd put out. Marz at 8 and Azha at 9. The latter pumped his first ball so hard and straight for four you could almost see the remaining wind leave the opposition's sails, before Marz then stamped our authority on proceedings by launching the ball to all corners to see us home in what ended up being a pretty comfortable victory.

A perfect Sunday really. Everybody did something to contribute, we had a good giggle doing it and then we joined our clubmates and Southbank for a few beers in the late evening sun.

Plough On.

TL