I don't usually agree with Ian Chappell but our summers are crap. Luckily we managed to call off our game on Saturday relatively quickly, get a beer in the pub and then sit down to 5 hours of sport on TV. I got to watch the Aussies going down to the awesome Chris Gayle which is always a bonus.

As an antidote to sky sports I went down the club on Sunday for a drowsey few hours of gentle cricket where the age span of Hurley was about 45 years. It was excellent to see two 15-year old colts (Jack Chambers and Sam Draper) enjoying their afternoon, oh for a few more. I managed to persuade a couple of my work mates to stop off at Hurley mid bike ride and Rita and Val chased around for keys so that I could offer them a beer and a packet of crisps while Darryn blasted away. Jonno managed one of the more bizarre methods of dismissal scooping the ball round into the keepers gloves. His explanation to son Theo that it was the pitch seemed to amuse my colleague while the cute lady cyclist checked for flies down her front and enquired if we play rounders. Sometimes I think we do.

My day was complete with England playing their get out of jail card in the self deprecating shape of Pietersen who ‘came to the party' as Botham explained to us while Bumble did not disappoint with ‘Start the car - it's all over' as the Pakistanis faded. Watch out for my next clichéd packed match report, I have to get Bumble's phrase in there when we beat Amersham Hill next week.