Cricket in 2014

2014 was a great year for me and my cricket because I was the leading wicket taker for Bury St Edmunds Ladies (which I had only joined recently) and for Suffolk U13s Girls. The David Randall Foundation helped me through the cricket season and for that I am extremely thankful.

I love cricket and this year I feel that I have really improved how I play; ever since joining Bury Ladies my fielding has improved a lot and my bowling has become more consistent. This showed (according to my dad) in most of the games I played. Also, as part of my fielding, I actually took some catches this year!

Although my favourite thing about cricket is bowling, I would have to say the highlight of my cricket in 2014 was my batting. I have become so much more confident with my batting and I scored my first ever 4 in a game a played at Malvern (the first ball I faced!). I could not have done it without my ladies team because they helped me become more confident as a cricketer, by making me focus on the areas that I was/still am(?) worried about.

Even though I feel like I have improved a lot with my cricket in the past year, unfortunately I did not get into Suffolk U15s Girls this year, but I still have next year to trial and hope for a spot in the team. I was extremely disappointed at first, however, I realised that this just means I have a whole year to work on my cricket and impress the coaches at the trials next year. :)

This Sunday I start cricket training again and, although I am looking forward to seeing all my friends from the ladies cricket team again, I will probably be dead stiff and will forget how to bowl, bat and field...

A poem about cricket

Cricket is a game,
Played only by those
Few distorted people
Who do not fear
The Ball.
A fist of fury
Held by the bowler,
Leaving its blood-stain mark.
The bowler aims
To falter the fearless
Faces surrounding them.
The batsman,
Poised and ready
To fight.
A look of determination.
Yet,
Behind the stone pupils
There lies a secret
Terrified (yet excited) young child
Holding the wooden bat
For the first time;
They had started to love the game
Which they knew
They would never stop playing.

Everyone who plays
Loves the game.



                                                                                          By Alex P-S