Euro 16 Kick Off

Eric Watson

It is with sadness to report that Eric lost his battle with motor neurone disease on Monday 16 May, he was 76 years old.

For so many years Eric had spent his Saturday afternoon sitting on the boundary at Keyworth Cricket matches helping out in the background with jobs around the pavilion and taking out drinks to the players. In the past he had been a very significant member making 209 appearances for KCC between 1952 and 1968, often as a wicket keeper mixed in with spells when he also played for Willoughby CC. Eric was the KCC Club Secretary in the 1960’s when the club suffered from a lack of players and almost folded. Eric, with others, helped re-build it and over the past decade had been a significant volunteer in helping KCC run their successful Annual Schools’ Festival in support of Simon Tuckwell.

In 2012 we made Eric an Honorary Life Vice President which we know made him very proud.

Eric was a former Keyworth United full back and later managed their 1st XI and as with KCC he was a constant presence in support on the touchline and both the clubs were an important part of his life.

We don’t have a funeral date yet but it was Eric’s wish that his wake takes place down at Platt Lane and a trophy is named after him in his memory and we will do our best to ensure that happens.

Sorry to be the bearer of such sad news. Rest In Peace, Eric.

When The North Wind Blows

Bimmer reports on the U13s trip to the Frozen North

After our super opening win against a strong Flintham squad, our next foe were a pretty much unknown quantity in a Coddington CC side haling from the Eastern backwoods of Newark On Trent.

An unspectacular little village, who`s only claim to fame is some very minor ruins of a very old windmill, and the fact the A17 built in 1937 flows through its meagre conurbation of houses, which houses a total of 1,648 individuals. Not an ideal catchment for creating an under 13`s cricket team?

I rocked up a little behind timescales, sweating heavily after a whistle stop child care juggling scenario, which basically involved me throwing Oakley into Mrs P`s open car window whilst in full flow along Normanton Lane in my stealth wagon!

Mr Dakers had, as always got everything organised to the finest detail. Flags out, measured to 1.25 meter distances, stumps and bails installed, chairs and tables  dragged to the boundary, freshly cooled water bottles etc etc etc.

Coddington it could be said ,could have done with some Dakin like organisation. They had arrived in splintered form. Only 7 players pitch side, with the remaining chards at various points of the A46 between Platt lane and Newark. The ones that had made it were a rag tailed bunch. As noisy as a rooster with a megaphone, their unorthodox warm up routine basically involved the pre-pubescent boys chasing the two girls in their ranks, and trying to rugby tackle them, All without any cricketing based equipment in sight.

Mike the Codds coach, was a friendly fine featured gentleman with sensible outdoor clothing. Cloaked in a fine goose down lined North face Gillet and rugged full length cargo pants, he wore a smile of wind proof confidence. I, on the other hand, had once again committed the Platt Lane clothing schoolboy error to the highest level. My standard coaching outfit  of shorts and t shirt felt fine within the confines of Phoeno towers, and its positively luxurious sensibly monitored temperatures. And whilst rustling up some pre match scrambled egg on toast for No 2 son  , this clothing was bordering on uncomfortable. In the car on the way to the ground the ambient temperature shown in my digital car display was 18 degree with accompanied sunshine- perfect!

But never be fooled by high tech barometers, because the Platt Lane eco climate is like nothing on earth. The laser like North wind, scuds down the hillside and cuts you to the marrow, piercing into your soul, leaving behind a frozen limp numbed shivering shell. All extra layers had been claimed by the surprisingly large gathering of parents , who had all obviously been fooled by the conditions, but rather sensibly had  Bear Grylls emergency clothing rations. Jane and Roger had also kindly provided a team sized camp chair and blanket which could accommodate most of the batting order.

We were on Newark orders again and were to don the pads. The Force North showing some uncharacteristic nerves, had indicated his wish to drop down the order after struggling with his bat and confidence in the last match. Christoff and I agreed to try and fit him in elsewhere, and we sat at the scoring table like two chess grand masters, scratching our heads. Having to set our batting order now, is like being on Mastermind with a specialised subject of history of the most difficult mastermind questions ever. Willie Wilson and The Hammer who  was to replace the force were to open. Willie fresh from first match retirement was cucumber cool as always, with the Hammer shuffling and bouncing to the wicket alongside, they looked hungry for runs, and they didn’t disappoint. A steady start, progressed to a full on dismantling of the the Codds early bowlers.

The boys relentlessly bolstered the ball toward the boundary marker and quite regularly at the expense of poor old Jamie. He had been placed in Willies favoured deep square birth, and Tom administered almost continual peppering the Codders Timmy Mallet lookalike. Admittedly they were not the most taxing of attacks, but with bowling of this nature, concentration is the key to returning a score. A lapse of focus on a straight one and that could be that. Willie and The Hammer maintained their composure and played as steadily as a dead whale on an orthopaedic bed. The question was which would retire first. Christoff`s bellows of their rapidly increasing tally’s stirred them further, and Willie took the crowds applause first, and was almost immediately followed  by the hammer!

This was the first time that we have had both openers had retire, a great effort!

In came Fin Whacksome Jackson and Alex Full Flow Roe. These two were slightly more measured in their approach, but there shot making grew and so did the score. Christoffs voice was becoming hoarser every over, such was his joy at announcing our ever flowing total. He eased off soon after for fear of end up sounding like Sean Dyche with laryngitis .

With the score rattling past one hundred, Full Flow Roe toe ended a drive to cover and was claimed after a very useful stint. The Force now in his lowered roll of no 5 had emerged from the pile of blankets on the boundary and sprinted like a stung tiger towards the wicket. My calls of ‘relax Josh!’, flew over his head and into the adjacent field as he sped past, with his enormous lucky pads flailing in the stiff wind like a clippers mainsail. Unfortunately for the Force, the only consistently  dangerous Codders bowler returned. He then proceeded to fizz a middle stump yorker into the Force`s sticks for a golden water bird. He teetered for a moment on his toes like a new born Giraffe. Then almost immediately regained his strength, pulled back his shoulders, and strode back to the pavilion head high, you could sense then, he would make amends.

No 2 son had the dilemma of coming in for the last 4 balls with 130 already on the board, but a couple of solid pulls he managed to secure a rare not out along with Whacksome, who`s mature innings of imp quick singles, and smart powerful cricket shots, left him with a fine bat carrying mid twenty haul.

Overs bowled and we had returned our best score ever. 134 for 2. (with two retirements)

With a solid total of that magnitude Willie announced his idea to give everyone some bowling input. He opened up with Tom Mighty Mellor and Angus Angie Simpson. Angie`s butterfly light floating deliveries, caused ball after ball of trouble. At the other end, Mr Mellor who must have spent the winter months ankle deep in a John Innes compost bag such is his rapid growth, trundled in and looped in his first delivery and the Codds skipper who spooned the ball up to Whacksome at silly mid-off.

Next paring of Dakers Junior and Josh Stinger Singh appeared and the ball either zipped past the stumps or was uneasily prodded back down the track. The Codds runs were shorter than antman`s address book .

This pattern continued as the young Millers showed the depth of quality that is throughout the squad. The wonderfully improved slow left arm cultured wobble balls of Fin Dobbo Dobson hit the mark, followed up by some military medium streamline seam from No2 son. A couple of lightening Meerkat quick overs from Whacksome and then the arrival of a returning Northerly . The Force when asked by Willie if he would like to bowl didn’t shrink back into his shell to mope about his previous misfortune with the willow, like a tortoise with a surprisingly visible carbuncle. To shouts of “yes please“ he bounded over like a Labrador on a pogo stick. His cultured flippers then danced through the air bamboozling the Coddington batters. A swift Hammer stumping was rapidly followed by a Full Flow catch and a direct hit bowled. The huddled spectators and myself had witnessed all evening the force of the Northerly wind as it tore into our bruised blue carcases, but with my numb hands struggling to grasp my faithful 6 dirty counting aids a warming thaw had finally returned via the joyous face of the Force North who`s triple wicket salvo and had erased any thought of his earlier batting mishap.

The final over was delivered by Willie Wilson replacing his usual high octane pace with respectful slow spin to avoid any possible Codders injury. Innings completed with Coddington struggling to 54 for 6.

Mike shook my cold hand warmly in defeat as he was as toasted as freshly cooked jacket potato in a sleeping bag, wrapped in his thermally efficient daywear.

Summary- another fine victory. Great batting , super bowling from the entire squad.  And some fine stand out individual performances.- Onwards and upwards

Singh-ing At The Lane

It’s like Eurovision, utter rubbish but you can’t help but smile, the return of the Bim Phoenix match report.

Well were back!

It feels like we have only just finished the cricket season courtesy of Mr Dakers SAS styled waterboarding winter cricket roster, and we are already bouncing into Spring with a bloated fixture schedule to worry the massed parents and associated carers of our fledgling cricketers.

Mr Dakers full on training schedule was magnificent prior to the Christmas break in the positive luxury of Trent Bridge, with its manicured foyer, supersonic lift and pristine array of nets.  His continued commitment after Christmas was highlighted in his constant travelling pursuit of sporting venues in the East Midlands, searching for available cricketing practice space. Eventually after bunging the caretaker at Farnborough school with an unlimited supply of four bird Iceland roasts, he struck lucky, and the boys continued their education most Saturdays throughout the first quarter of this year.

This coincided, with some Clough / Taylor like tapping up of potential defectors from rival forces. With the persistence of JR Hartley in search of his fly fishing paperback, we stealthily prised a few cricket nuggets from the goldmine seems of West Bridgfordians, and most pleasantly from our good friends Plumtree. The arrival of Josh `Stinger` Singh, and Alex `Full Flow` Roe from Bridgford, and Finley `Whack-some` Jackson enabled us to fill our squad’s ability tank to the rafters.

Our first match of the season was a swift blast down the Fosse to the home of Flintham Cricket Club. This club have come a long way from when the old home pitch was across the Fosse at the disused Syerston Airfield. A secluded rose bowl ground, new but beautifully traditional, was awaiting our eager pups. Barry the ebullient home coach greeted us warmly, and indicated that he was pleased to be able to allow the fixture following a recent tsunami in the area causing his outfield to droop. It looked magnificent from the boundary. However, a short walk toward the wicket, and we sank into the emerald quicksand ankle deep. If it were a pudding Mary Berry would have had a seizure, such was the sogginess of its bottom. We agreed to put up with the Somme like bogginess and get down to business. Barry with mobile in hand, chirpily announced the future to all umpiring at grass roots level. A superior umpiring APP, that gives you accurate readings of the players shot making, averages, runs per millisecond, calories lost per ball, and so on. I agreed at the marvel that is modern technology, and proceeded to collect six dirty stones up from the car-park to use as my high tech officials counting device.

The Flints as home side and as the law of the land in the Newark League were to bat first. Mr Dakers prized paddle bats were removed from the kit bag looking worse for wear due to Chris`s off season marital shenanigans!! I suggested Jackie should be asked to provide new grips on this basis. Christof as always took this in good humour, although his blush like a teenager on a promise told the story! The lads’ energy in the in warm ups was infectious and with the vigour of Hugh Heffner after a long holiday they bounded out to field.

We had shuffled the pack due to the increased bowling quality that had arrived closed season, and given the job of wicket minder to Ollie The Hammer Hammond. This wonderful young man, could attempt any sporting task and would be accomplished at the highest level. As soon as the gloves and pads were donned, he looked at home. Skipper Tom Willie Wilson was to open with new signing Alex` Full Flow` Roe and devastation was imminent. These two bowled with Vardy like pace, and the precision of a Swiss watch maker with extra steady hands and two sets of reading glasses. Willie destroyed two batsmen`s stumps in his first over. Full Flow then accounted for another in his second over. The Flints were all at sea, there only saving grace was their skipper. A mate of Wack-some from sub county, the Flints blond surf dude front man was solid and lusty with his shot making and gathering a score to add some respectability to their total. The pairing of Fin `Whack-some` Jackson and Josh `Stinger` Singh was a turning point. They were both primed. With Fin attempting to fell his buddy, and Stinger fuming, after a Dukes of Hazard style cross country rally car run from a full football match only an hour earlier. Whack-some`s wispy pace caused immediate concern, but Stinger was to complete a spell of bowling that would tear the Flints middle order apart like Vanessa Felts eating a pasty. His elasticated pacey spinning deliveries where un playable from the first rubber armed ball. The Flintham batsman succumbed one after the other as stinger peppered the pegs with incredible dexterity. A swift four wicket haul splintering the oppositions order. No 2 son, and Angus Angie Simpson ably assisted by Jack Dakers Dakin , mopped up the remaining number with some beautiful accurate bowling. I commented to Dakers junior that his father must have some form of underground training camp for young cricketers in the Toro Bora mountain range where he has confined them to a relentless schedule of drills, such has been their improvement. Not just in Dakers juniors form but all the boys over the closed season.

The shell shocked Flintham squad shuffled into the pavilion with 61 on the board. However, Barry`s incredible mind blowing APP had the score at 64? So we bowed to technology, and Christof pulled his Staedler high velocity rubber from his pencil case and adjusted the total accordingly.

Pavilion orders- just knock them off and quickly, as I had five a side at 9 o`clock!!! Sensible shot making and partnerships actually, and the total shouldn’t be any concern.

Josh The Force North and Tom Willie Wilson were scribed to be the opening pair. I had spotted a familiar hobbling gait from the force as he returned to the pavilion, and fearing one of his Darren Anderton tallying injuries, I tentatively enquired into his health and was met with ` No problem just tight boots! `

The Flints skipper and fellow opener were dangerous. Early exchanges were as tight as Katie Price`s forehead, and runs were surprisingly short. The force nicked a couple of singles, before holing out to mid-wicket. But Willie looked set and unruffled. Fin` Whacksome` Jackson arrived mid-wicket, and looked lively. Unfortunately, he was sent a packing after looping one to square leg. I must have been the only person watching, that noticed the ambling figure of Whacksome`s dad Ash, strolling nonchalantly, and directly behind the arm of the wicket taking bowler at the time of his sons batting demise. Thankfully Fin didn’t, and family harmony was maintained. The Hammer Hammond was next, and sprinted to the square eager as ever, to pummel the bowling. His innings was as swift as his entrance, as he was superbly claimed by a salmon like leaping double handed clutch at cover. The Hammer froze, momentarily rooted by shock at the fine effort. No2 son arrived, and was shortly done by some ridiculous misfortune. A Flint erratic bowler flung down a straight one that lifted no higher than Frodo Baggins big toe nail, and scuttled onto the bottom of his stumps. A brief, but stern Vader like glare at his father at square leg was fruitless, and he grumbled back to the hutch. Willie was now fortunately seeing the leather like a beach ball, and was placing it to all four corners of the Bakewell pudding soft out-field, and a fine retirement score duly arrived. Howitzer Howell then blazed a couple of his customary artillery shell blows to scatter the infield, but also succumbed caught wicket mid-wicket. It looked as though Willie Wilson could be recalled such was the disintegration of our line-up. Angus Angie Simpson arrived and looked classy. A fine early drive to mid-on and a swift single, was accompanied by an equally speedy gather and bung from the young Swayze like Point Break Flintham skipper. The bails tumbled, as did young Angie`s usual calmness, as he implored with me that he was across the threshold. A call for the third umpire and TV replays would have clarified my decision that Master Simpson was regretfully left adrift with bat aloft of the crease. The temptation to ignore this was unbearable, but never the less, fairness was the winner, and as my finger trembled heavenward Angus stomped towards the pavilion fuming like Gordon Ramsey with a migraine.

With just three runs needed, we had two lads in the hutch, and the prospect of Willie Wilson returning from his rest should he be required. Ollie Gunner Glasgow was then scarily close to being the first ever junior cricketer ever to be timed out, as he and junior Dakers wrestled like Daddy and Haystacks with pads and ill-fitting helmets before emerging wicket side a full five minutes later. With the glorious evening sun disappearing behind the surrounding emerald vegetation, the temperature dropped from equatorial, to arctic in milliseconds. My umpiring garb, of light gauge fitness shorts and t-shirt was no match for the plummeting temperature, as my perspiring forelock was now starting to ice up. I was now praying for the final illusive runs, or dare I say it, as my hands started to resemble Sir Ranolph Fiennes blackened frost bitten mitts, my lads few remaining wickets. As luck would have it, Gunner then carved a beautiful half volley through mid-wicket to save the day and my deteriorating digits.

Barry was very gracious in defeat, and even indicated he would forward a link for his electrical ump APP. Whilst I appreciated the kindness of this gesture, some things need to stay old school. So with that I tucked my six dusty pebbles into Christof’s rucksack, and prepared for a very quiet drive home with No2 son.

In summary- What a start! Brilliant bowling / fielding performance, super batting, with some smashing debuts and all round examples of massive improvement. Keep it up boys- onwards and upwards.

Si and Chris.

Sign On

Registration Night for new season is this Friday 1st April. Juniors at 6.30pm Adults at 7.30pm at the New Field of Dreams. Bobby’s Bar will be open and fully stocked.

KCC History Website

The KCC History Website has been updated and all senior, colt and junior players and officials during the 2015 season are included. for access or via the History button on the KCC website.

We are indebted to the continued support and assistance of our main sponsor Matt Burton and in helping us maintain this website.


KCC AGM: 27th Nov – 7pm Platt Lane

To all players, parents, Vice Presidents, sponsors and anyone interested in joining us…

We’ll be holding our Annual General Meeting (AGM) at the Pavilion of the Field of Dreams, Platt Lane on Friday 27 November 2015!

The meeting will commence at 7pm, and is expected to last for approximately 1 hour.  Bobby’s Bar will be open and will remain open for a social after.  In accordance with the club’s constitution, anyone wishing to propose a matter for inclusion on the Agenda or nominate someone for a Club Officer position must do so by emailing our Chairman Geoff Baker on by next Friday, November 13.

After a near record attendance in 2015, we will be looking to go even better this year, and we’d like as many people as possible to come along, and contribute to the future plans of the club.  We look forward to welcoming you on the 27th at Platt Lane.

The Committee of Keyworth CC

November 6, 2015.

Roll Of Honour

Here’s the list of winners from the 2015 season

Chairman’s Clubman of the Year:  ROB BAKER

1st XI Awards sponsored by Atlas Wealth Management
1st XI Player of the Year:  BEN ELLIOTT
1st XI Batsman of the Year:  IAN GRAHAM
1st XI Bowler of the Year:  ROB BAKER
1st XI Fielder of the Year:  BEN ELLIOTT

Alan Copson “6’s” Trophy:  IAN GRAHAM
Frank Palmer Outstanding Performance Trophy:  MATT ANTCLIFF
Chris Keeling Champagne Moment Trophy:  PAUL NEWELL

2nd XI John Hartley Player of  the Year:  ANDY COWLARD
2nd XI Fred Greatorex Trophy Batsman of the Year:  ROB BEAKE
2nd XI Bowler of the Year:  GREG MILLS
2nd XI Fielder of the Year:  JOE NICE
2nd XI Champagne Moment:  LIAM ELLIOTT

Sunday XI Player of  the Year:  SAM FOSTER
Sunday XI Batsman of the Year:  MATT ANTCLIFF
Sunday XI Bowler of the Year:  DOM STEINER
Sunday XI Fielder of the Year:  LIAM ELLIOTT
Sunday XI Champagne Moment:  MILES CHAMBERLAIN

Barry Baker Junior Player of the Year Trophy:  TOMMY WILSON
John Cottee Junior Clubman of the Year Trophy:  TOM NEWELL

U15 XI Player of the Year: OSCAR BROWN
U15 XI Batsman of the Year: SAM FOSTER
U15 XI Bowler of the Year: MATTHEW MILLS
U15 XI Champagne Moment:  JUAN ALONSO TORRES

U14 XI Player of the Year: HENRY HORNE
U14 XI Batsman of the Year:  BLAKE SOUTHWELL
U14 XI Bowler of the Year:  TOM CARVER
U14 XI Fielder of the Year:  COLIN LEWIS

U13 XI Player of the Year: AARON VIGGERS
U13 XI Batsman of the Year:  BEN ANTCLIFF
U13 XI Bowler of the Year: AARON VIGGERS
U13 XI Fielder of the Year: JOSH TILL

U12 XI Player of the Year:  TOMMY WILSON
U12 XI Most Improved: OLLIE HAMMOND
U12 XI Champagne Moment:  GREGOR HOWELL

U11 XI Batsman of the Year:  STANLEY ETHERINGTON
U11 XI Bowler of the Year:  TOM BAGSHAW
U11 XI Fielder of the Year:  HARRISON COGGAN
U11 XI Champagne Moment: TOBY HORNE
U11 XI Most Improved: CAMERON WELLS

U10 XI Batsman of the Year:  BENJI HAMMOND
U10 XI Bowler of the Year: THOMAS EVANS
U10 XI Fielder of the Year:  RAHUL SINGH
U10 XI Champagne Moment:  ELIJAH LEDWARD
U10 XI Most Improved: OWEYN MORRIS

U9 XI Player of the Year:  BEN WALTON
U9 XI Most Improved: CHARLIE WOOD

Girl Player of the Year: ALICE WALTON

Football Club Fireworks

Our friends at Keyworth United are staging a Firework Night THIS SATURDAY down at Platt Lane – so for those nursing their heads from the Seniors Presentation night on Friday, this could be the perfect way to get back on the horse!  It was a great event in its inaugural year last year, and I’m sure this year will be even better!  All details are below:


Seniors/Colts/15s Prsn Fri 30th

The KCC annual Presentation Evening will be held at Platt Lane in the cricket clubhouse on Friday 30th October, 7pm onwards.

To support the club and all the players receiving awards, we need you all there on the night to make it a success!! – no excuses!! There is no charge for the evening.

Bobby’s Bar will be fully stocked and open for service!! Randy’s Shack will also be cranked up and serving the finest meat in the South Nottinghamshire area!

Rough timings for the evening are:

7.00pm Doors open
8.00pm Presentations begin
8.00pm U15s
8.20pm Colts
8.40pm Legge’s XI
9.00pm 2nd team
9.20pm 1st team
9.40pm Chairman’s award

See you all next Friday