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Here is an story named CRICKET MATCH
When we were young and by young I mean anywhere between eight and twelve years old we looked forward to sundays because we played a cricket match after lunch. On a particular sunday the mind was filled with questions. Would I be picked for the team? If so, where would I be asked to field and at what number would I be assigned to bat? More importantly would I get out on duck or would I score a few important runs? I have got out on that before and I can tell you that it is a shameful experience.
But there was another question on my mind. What if we won? If we won, our competitors would terrorise us. Recently, we had been on a losing streak and the question that haunted the was: Were we losing because we were afraid to win? For whatever it was worth, we were going back to face our fate after lunch and for now I hoped I would be picked for the team.
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Our cricket team members began to arrive at our home. The first to arrive was Manny Ramsingh. Manny was our best batsman and should have been our captain. But he was not because captaincy was not based on leadership abilities or batsmanship. It was reserved for the oldest and mouthiest person and my eldest brother filled that role hands down. Besides, he owned the ball.
then came Jaigobind Ramsawh, also known as slowpoke.Balls ran past him and when he took to bat he swung his bat long after they were gone past him. No amount of ridicule could dampen his enthusiasm for the game.
Most noticeably missing that sunday was Totaram Singh. He was a spoilt brat who cried and threw a tantrum if he was not selected. Totaram was neither a reliable batsman nor fielder, and the only reason he made it to the team as often as he did was because he was one of the older boys and he provided snacks from his father's shop, free, without his father's knowledge, of course.
At exactly 1 p.m., we grabbed our bats and headed west across the field to face our opponents. Our opponents had not yet arrived on the scene, but we were not suprised, for they loved to make a big show of their entrance.
just as we arrived, the captain turned up as though he was hiding in the bush somewhere close by. After the toss, he retreated to the fence,took out a whistle from his pant pocket and blew a shrill note.Presently, from a house two blocks away, a single file of teenage boys began to march into the field.
Shortly, the game was on. Then won the toss and elected to bat.It was a smart move. With the unrelenting heat, the batting side definitely had an advantage. Unfortunately, they did not take advantage of it.One by one their wicket began to crumble, and their side was bowled out for a paltry thirty nine runs.
Then, it was our turn to bat. Manny and our captain opened the innings, and together they built up nineteen runs before our captain lost his wicket while swinging late to a full toss. Manny batted on while his partners kept crumbling and with one run to win, I found myself, the last batsman in the line up facing the most powerful bowler. As he delivered a ball down the led side, I pushed my bat instinctively out towards my leg side and then I heard Manny call out,'Run!Run!' and I began to gallop.I was sure that I did not hit the ball, but it sounded that way because it hit a brick and glanced sideways. Nevertheless, no one objected, and we celebrated victory, for all of five seconds. Then we began to scatter.
The losing captain assembled his men to beat us and before they could reach the sideline to get their bats, we were rushing eastwards through the fields.Their captain was chasing our captain and instead of taking the shortest distance between the two points, our captain decided to run around the perimeter of the field as if he were in a long distance race.
