Wiggly has had some difficulty in donating as of yet,however. Something about his phone not working, not knowing what the charity was or having lost his wallet.
To be fair to Wigg he gets a fearful soaking from very cold water and while i have always thought his head was made of sponge, the amount of water that splashed on to my trainers proves it must just be hollow. The remarkable thing about this performance though is that it was by far the most sensible thing he did all day but much more of that in the match report.
The Warstock is a proud old club doing its best to survive in the harsh world of Bowls today. If buck Rogers thinks life was hard in the 25th century (it wasn't look at the cat suits those girls were wearing) then bowls in the 21st century is really harsh. Keeping the club together as they have for so long anywhere is an amazing achievement, but at The Stadium complex that charges and does very little to help is even harder. So kudos go to all the lads and ladies there.
None of our team really had played on the green either before or in the last 25 years at least and the role up helped little. With the role up complete and all of us scratching our heads about if the moss was running quicker than the non moss and whether the green is hard or not, we took to the green with hope in our hearts
I came of the green first, winning to six
On his return to the side, Larry tried his best to keep up with me coming off a few short minutes later with a win to 8.
The Messiah continued his undefeated run in the seniors making me look a complete fool for not picking him earlier, again winning to 8.
The Wiz rounded out a great start for us returning to winning ways with a good performance winning 16.
After 4 we were 46 up and in truth with the exception of Dave's opponent the Warstock first four hadn't put up much of a fight. With this start, the importance of the game in relation to the title and the state of the playing surface it made for a very odd last hour and a half.
Jack went on at five and played a lady. Jacko's record against the fairer sex is pretty abhorrent and this wasn't his finest hour either. While his opponent bowled well jack struggled with both his land and weight. Jacks hand eye coordination was so off when he tried to punch his mat that was only a foot away from his face he missed by 6 inches. Jack battled hard to get to 11 though and seemed to enjoy the company of the dog on the side afterward. The dog threw the ball for jack for hours without complaining. Jack also dressed like compo's grandson today.
The feeder JP burst into a lead bowling some impressive stuff before being pegged back late on. JP however rallied late to win 16.
At roughly the same time as Jack was melting down our other teenage tearaway Killer was having some stern words with himself. In fact he was talking to himself quite a lot - I am not sure which one of his personalities was in control at the time but i felt a lot safer when i had removed all sharp implements and hidden all the lighters.
At one stage Chris grabbed his head and jumped on the spot like an exaggerated Basil Fawlty. Thank god I left the Spanish waiter and the mini at home. Chris lost 15.
Richie was bowling corners with a Wayne Curran like precision and was rolling back the years to his county heyday. He then stupidly sent the block off and lost more than a handful of shots winning 16
After 8 we were now 40 up and looking wobbly.
Jaymo was going well but Sav and Wiggly were all over the place. The cavalry arrived however in the form of the last act of desperate supporters as cards were swapped and we never looked back.
Savo Battled back from the dead to get to 20 across for the 3rd time in 3 weeks. Sav, you will never go on last as your games last long enough as it is. With the night closing in we would like to get games finished. Sav lost the last end shoot out.
The Graham Wiggins Flying circus was up next. Wiggly, i am delighted you got home but its getting a little tiresome now and your show boating at the end was nothing short of disgraceful and i hope you are cringing in embarrassment as you read this. If you haven't made your donation yet my trainers are ruined so put it towards a new pair for me. At 20- 19 down, Wiggly sent a wood that looked good to the crowd but he turned and shook the hand of his opponent. Did Wig know something we didn't? Had he sent it the wrong bias? Nothing of the sort - the wood ran the block for two to leave him counting game and his opponent completely perplexed. Now we have a quiz question did he shake hands; A) because he is just a guesser and has no clue? B) He is just an unpleasant person and wanted to wound his opponent emotionally C) he has a rare from of shaking hands tourettes?
I will leave it up to you to decide but reason 4917.2 that the Moseley left Wiggy in a basket on the front steps at the Olton - A B and C also U N and T.
Jaymo was showing his class as always and completely oblivious to all the furore, beating the warstocks top man to 16.
Scotty wasn't finding the green to his liking and coupled with the Circus rolling into town struggled for consistency against his impressive opponent eventually succumbing to 13.
Not our greatest performance away and I'm not sure our flying start did much to help our back 8 but its a win away by 38 that leaves us one win from the championship with 3 games to play. More questions were raised which we will have to find answers for but as the side grows and evolves we will get them sorted and continue to improve.
Whilst talking about The Stadium I think it is a shocking shame that a venue that has potentially 3 great greens can't put a little more effort in to maintaining. With 3 greens in a short distance of each other they could run a huge one day or two day comp if they liked pulling in players and spectators from across the whole country
Ooooo i forgot one last thing before we go the Tea review sponsored by Killer. I thought the spread was a good one but noticed Chris only managed a few plates and strangely didn't pick at the cakes much at all. I am not sure if this was down to his mood, a distaste for egg sandwiches and lemon drizzle cake or he just felt it wasn't up to his high standards. Either way the spread got 2.5 plates from Chris but ill round it up to 3 just in case the cloud that followed Chris around yesterday suppressed his appetite.
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