As I did not see this game, I would like to start with a caveat.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
It was a fine summers day, in early August, the sun beat down upon the earth with the same fury as a Spaniard striking his donkey, but this was no ordinary day, this was a day like no other, when the mighty forces of Mansle and Maille were to meet at a bend in the River Charente to fight for the ownership of the letters Mal and e. Midday was the chosen time for the forces to assemble, apart from the mighty Ajmal of the Khan, as he was always late. The battle would be fought as a game of cricket as both teams were fine exponents of this noble art. A coin was to decided who would take to the field first and a gold livre was flourished by the Maille captain who was well known as being slight of hand, flipping the double headed coin into the air, the Mansle champion Garry (Knight of Temple) called tails (he is known as a useless coin flipper) and so it was decided Mansle would bat first.
Ali (Dragon Stroker) and Garry strode to the wicket to a chorus of cheers and a fanfare (Mike had terrible wind), to face the first barrage from the Maille catapults. The first delivery was wide of the mark, the second was smoat to the boundary by Garry as cheers erupted from all corners, these were soon silenced as the next delivery saw him felled. He was quickly followed by Ali and silence fell on the hallowed arena. But all was not lost, Paul (Broken Axe) veteran of many a campaign was next into battle along with Rubesh a brave but inexperienced knight, who fought bravely but perished quickly. Maille were now confident, but this only saw the triumphant arrival of Andy (King of Burgers) who was not going to surrender without a fight, well not until the BBQ was alight. These two battled hard charging the opposition and smashing boundaries at will and scored a magnificent 184 between them, one of the finest partnerships ever witnessed on the battlefield of Mansle. When Andy (57) finally perished, first, James (The Sleepy (6)) then Tom (The Fury (14 not out)) helped Paul (116 not out) to a magnificent total of 267.
Refreshments were taken and many a slab of roast boar was washed down with mead and ale, then Maille walked onto the battlefield. Without the services of Phil (The Idiot) and Dave (The Jester) both injured in a previous skirmish, Garry turned to youth, Jason (Worm Polisher) and Kevin (The Grey Knight) to start the onslaught. Jason (2) struck quickly, removing the opening pair. Rubesh also struck and when James (2) removed the mighty Ajmal (of Khan) all seemed lost for Maille. Jonathan, Ian, Mike and David L all fought hard, but Kamran (the Quick), Fred (the Flame Haired) and Tom(2) saw Mansle to victory by 72 runs. Defeated, I (as they are now called) left with ale in hand, to plan the next encounter on the tiny battlefield at I.