At the raven the sun was shining, but the green was dull and heavy and an ominous atmosphere oppressed all who entered.
Larry was first up but he was no lamb to the slaughter. After a tight beginning to the game Larry toook 7 on the bounce to crack the game open and win 15.
Scotty had moved up the order after having played 3 meaningless games so far at 12 and responded in bullish fashion with a swift win to 5.
Dave Hosgood was paired against Mario, a bowler we know can put in a big card on his home green, and at 9- 2 it looked like he may well do it. The Wiz however isn’t called the Wiz because he lives at the end of the yellow brick road. Dave started playing some real high quality stuff and ended up coming off first winning to 11.
The Wig rounded out the first four with a good win to 8 stretched out over an epic 37 ends. Reason number 4 Wigg was excommunicated from Moseley – It is all about Wiggy. From bowling in peoples way because only he is allowed to bowl there, to running his wood up screaming and shouting only to run back to the mat and run it up again as someone wasn’t watching. Every single minute of every single day is Wwiggy time. Can I have a lift to the Bowls JP? Can I have a lift to the Raven? Can I have a lift home? Can you carry me to the front door I am tired? Can you tuck me in and read me a bedtime story? Did you see that shot in the 13th end when it did this and that and how nice was my hair today? Yes life is all about the Wigg. If Wigg wasn’t there it never happened. The Titanic never sank, there have been no world wars and fire wasn’t invented until Wigg turned the gas fire on.
After four we were 45 up.
With the changes to the order I found my way on at number 5. The game wasn’t pretty but good lord I looked colourful. The game featured a plethora of twos and I flopped across the line winning 15.
JP the earl of sandwich wasn’t completely satisfied by his game but with his opponent playing well ground out every shot to prevent the Raven gaining any momentum with a hard earned 17. In all honesty if john had played any of the other 5 before he would have won comfortably.
Richie rocked up at 7 and rocked off winning to ten in short order.
It was about this time the increasingly stupid shouts from the home team turned desperate and with a back drop of in team arguing lines were being crossed left right and center.
Chris Greenhill, who by this time had arrived, was another to play a sensible tidy game to keep things tight narrowly losing to 18. After coming of the normally sweet natured young lad listened to the apparition on the wrong shoulder and threatened a bloody and terrible revenge on anyone in a 100 yard radius.
After 8 the diff was 55
Buck went on 9 and found his opponent bowling too well but battled gamely up to 10.
Savo’s fractious game was spilling over into Jacks but after a round of insults were exchanged Captain Craggers stepped into the situation like the diplomatic colossus he is and defused all the tensions as everyone showered him with love and returned to the game.
Savo finished his game with 15.
Chris James found a mark he liked and bowled superbly as always and surviving a brief rally closed the game out to 11.
Jack finished the game off finding a nice rhythm to win 12 and leave us with a 57 shot win.
I have learnt a few things today:
1) Jack and Savo on together in the back four possibly wasn’t my wisest order choice and;
2) The tavern love blowing things up into a good Myth within minutes.
By the time we had got back to the Olton I had lead a marauding troop of Viking invaders that pillaged the raven and burnt the club and pub to the ground. Wiggy had offered out the whole of Shard End and fought them all one by one, eventually standing atop a hill of native Shard Enders (I'm sure there is a Genesis joke you could have made there) and Scott had become some mythical Celtic warrior that eats children. Strange really when you consider we really when we are a bunch of Solihull softies.
So a small War and a 57 shot win - onwards and upwards. Next week we welcome Chis Downes back into the A team and I am hoping his sober level headedness can play ying to the rest of the teams raging yang. I am also a dead cert to win the euro millions and have Scarlett Johansson declare her undying love for me.
The Alliance team won at home 70/80ish. No picture of the board but I have included a small section of Action shots taken by Cilla
Dave gracefully models the new team headware
Lowey and Gilly cruelly laughing at someones end
The game comfortably won, the spectators turn to impressions of teapots
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