Pre-Battle Manoeuvres

With both units inspecting the terrain beneath a balmy stillness, Ploughmans CC’s leadership—headed by the ever-decisive Captain Canelo—won the toss and opted to deploy first with the bat. A bold and calculated move that set the tone for a successful campaign.

Plough’s Offensive

Opener Benny anchored the charge with a disciplined 25, holding the line as the top order marched into enemy territory. His opening stand was the sort of steadying presence any squadron needs before unleashing chaos.

And unleash they did. Ean struck some early boundary reconnaissance missions, probing the gaps. Then came the aerial assault: Champion Boss, all swagger and firepower, launched a brutal 38 off 21—shrapnel flying to all corners of the outfield. Hot on his heels, Captain Canelo led from the front like a decorated field marshal, blitzing 48 off just 21 balls. His strike rate made incoming deliveries feel like soft lobs in a mess-hall net.

The lower order, spearheaded by Callum and Ainslie, ensured Ploughmans reached a commanding total of 185, securing stronghold status heading into the second act.

Rapid Regroup & Defence Deployment

No time for medals or MREs, as the troops reset. The Plough seamers opened fire with tight lines and steely resolve.

It was Champion Boss—clearly still giddy from his earlier blitz—who stormed the opposition’s frontline again, removing both Blackheath openers in what can only be described as a tactical airstrike. The result: a match-turning momentum swing.

Cash, the specialist operative, operated with cold precision—economical, accurate, lethal. Harry Wright, in only his second drill for the club, bagged his first ever wicket for Plough, and morale in the ranks surged.

Fielding Fortunes

The fielding drill was... mixed. Ground patrols were sharp—three runouts courtesy of Canelo, Giordy, and the ubiquitous Champion Boss. The air division, however, suffered some friendly fire—Ainslie was the lone catcher with both hands and nerves intact, as the rest of the squad seemed to be dodging grenades instead of grabbing them.

Final Salute

The final whistle confirmed victory for Ploughmans CC, but not before Blackheath CC gave a spirited display—fighting to the end with skill and sportsmanship. Hosts they may have been, but they were no pushovers.

Post-mission debrief involved beers retrieved from the barracks fridge, stories swapped in the sun, and laughter echoing across the now-quiet battlefield. Honour, as always, was shared by all.

Man of the Match: Champion Boss – hero of both arms of the operation.

As he and I walked off together, I congratulated him on a phenomenal performance. Run outs, wickets, runs! You’ve done it all! “I just love the game, Grayzer”, he told me.

The game loves you, mate.

Commander-in-Chief: Captain Canelo – tactical genius and morale machine.

He’s a natural, he’s phenomenal.

To our gallant opponents at Blackheath: thank you for the battle, the banter, and the beers. Until the next mission. ??

Plough On ???

Grayzer (& Copilot)