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| A man in search of an egg and tomato sandwich. G heads off for tea. |
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| "What'd'ya think it's going to do?" "Bugger all when you're batting, plenty when I'm in." |
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| You can't smoke a pipe while standing as umpire. Roll ups are, apparently, acceptable. The lovely Mr Naughton pronounced me run out. Narrowly. Rightly so. |
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| No Neal, not your soul, just a photo. He don't look so sure. |
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| Rich, fielding pad (left leg), no fielding pad (right leg). Ready to stand at half-silly short leg. |
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| G tests a hamstring. Still there, we think. Young Mark's and my bag in the foreground. |
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| A rare sighting: AD's wallet sees the light of day. Watch the press for news of unicorns, complete eclipses of the universe, and the Loch Ness monster swimming down the Thames. |
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| B O'S scrutinises the scorers, Luke does the Park Bench Shuffle, Rich looks for a dropped contact lens. |
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| B O'S warms up Charlie for his innings. |
