Writing this immediately after sending an email in regards to a coaching training course i wish to attend.
To give a little background….
I play cricket, and have for 11 seasons now. Throught his time i have been involved in three (yes three) different clubs. The latest of these, Kings Langley Cricket Club, has been by far the best in terms of administration and my overall enjoyment of the game.
I joined KLCC four seasons ago for the Under 15’s competition, after my father wished not to coach my junior team. The club we were at did not like this idea as they wanted him to stay as coach as they had no replacement. In this season, my team proceeded to make the grand final, losing by only a few runs (i actually dont remember the margin, all i remember is that we got the guy who got 200 in the semi out for 0). The next season, my junior team did not perform as well as the previous season, but i had been given the opportunity to “fill in” for one of our senior teams, B15 a low grade. I then proceeded to participate in every game of the season for the B15’s, and halfway through the season, the captain decided that i should be opening the bowling, which i was quite excited about. This B15 team were minor premiers (i.e. first place). Our first semi final was a very exciting game, one which i will not forget in a long time. The week before we had played the same team, who chalked up 298 in the first innings and we chased it down with one wicket spare. In the semi final, we were batting first and we were toppled over for a miserable 70-something. We needed a big effort in the field if we were to make it to the grand final. Our openers (by this stage, we had brought up anohter player from my junior team who is alot better [he now plays A grade]) had taken a few wickets and we were excited as they were only in the 30’s. The oppositions last recognised batsman had came to the crease and the weight of his team was on his shoulders. Our opening bowlers had finished their spell and i was due to come on at the northern end of the ground. There was one over at the southern end before i was up to bowl. Our keeper missed one delivery and the batsmen took off for a run, I at fine leg, promptly ran towards the racing ball as the batsmen turned for a second. I reached the ball and fired it in, with the recognised batsman running towards the keepers end. A beautiful throw, right above the bails, and he was run out. Oh the celebrations that went on at that very moment. From there the current bowler and myself cleaned up the tail, ending their innigs at an embarrasing 44 runs.
The grand final loomed upon us all, to be played at our home ground, the smallest in the district. We had beaten this team oonce during the season, but they had the wood against us in our last bout. The day arrived, we lost the toss and were sent in to the field. The opposition had the best opening batting partnership of all the teams in our grade. We opened with the same bowlers as the semi, neither taking a wicket. I was told to warm up and bowl the next over at the northern end.
This is where i talk it up.
My first over was tight, little runs scored. The second over is where our teams first breakthrough occured. One of the openers popped it up to a player in short (who’s name, no joke, is Chris Brown) They were 1-30something. The next over, third delivery and with the other opener on stike, i came in to bowl, pushed it a bit wide to allow for the inswing. The batsman positioned himself to leave, which he did. The ball swung back in, hitting the seam and cutting back towards the batsman. (At this point the scorers [one bieng my father] had marked a dot ball on the score sheet) BUT the ball hit the top of the off (outer most) stump, and the batsman was dissmissed. I was cheering, our team was cheering, the batsman was absolutely dumbfounded. We continued our roll dissmissing the opposition for 130 something, a reasonable total but in a final, anything is possible.
I cant recall too much about our batting innings, as i rarely paid attention when we were batting, most of the guys had some great stories some of which ill tell in another blog.
We ended up passing their total and won the competition, enough about thatm it was too long already.
Anyway, the next season, my father had decided to assist in our clubs minicircket program, training for 150 under 8 year olds on a friday night, to help him get away from the stress of his work. I have no idea how putting up with 250 screaming kids can be less stressful, but anyway.
He asked me if i would like to join him in the second week, which i did and have now done for two whole seasons only missing one week since my first appearance.
The first year, the club had employed a man, Brad, to organise numerous activities for the kids, for the second season, he had moved to queensland and had got married (and last week we got news that his wife had given birth to their first child) so two of the other helpers had taken over, with my father and i as assistants. This coming season, they are looking toput someone on permanently in the same role as Brad hadand they have suggested the two who have done it.
Now my father and i have both partaken in many cricket related workshops, we are both qualified district umpires and both level one cricket australia accredited coaches.
Over the past month, my mother (who works in child care) was sent an email regarding a Community Coach Training Program, which she suggested to me. I am now printing off the enrollment package for this couse, to be held in the olympic stadium [OMG], and will be sending it this afternoon.
If i am to complete this course and through this find employment in related industry, i will be paid and a small payment will be put to my nominated club or organisation.
I am hoping that by completing this course, i am looked at by the club as a suitable heir to Brad’s position.