WESTON CREEK CRICKET CLUB Magazine
WESTON CREEK CRICKET CLUB Magazine
WESTON CREEK CRICKET CLUB Magazine
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THE CRAZIEST<br />
MATCH I EVER<br />
by FRANK LONIE<br />
PLAYED IN<br />
* X<br />
The year was 1969. The place was a large air base called<br />
Phan Rang, in South Vietnam. There was a war going on. Wars<br />
do a number of things to Australians. For a start, their<br />
attention is gained. Furthermore, they tend to become absorbed<br />
in the nastier aspects of their day-to-day activities. War<br />
has, however, never been able to remove from Australians their<br />
pre-occupation with cricket. Quite the contrary. So it was to<br />
prove while I served in Vietnam with No. 2 Squadron, RAAF.<br />
I was on the tarmac one day when a young airman, whom<br />
I knew very well and respected greatly, approached and said:<br />
"What about a cricket match between the officers and airmen?"<br />
I was not so much surprised, as somewhat taken aback. I didn't<br />
know how we could find the time, I told him. There were, after<br />
all, somewhat more important activities going on around us.<br />
A match would take at least half a day, even with limited overs.<br />
"I happen to know," he said, "that you do a good deal of the<br />
programming. Couldn't you organise the programme so that all<br />
of the strikes were completed by about midday?"<br />
"I suppose so," I said thoughtfully.<br />
So it was done. I left the arrangements pretty much in the<br />
capable hands of my airman friend. "Can you find a reasonable<br />
pitch?" I asked.<br />
"Of course," he grinned. "The Americans have a great area<br />
down alongside the strip, they've set it up as a Softball field.<br />
It's ideal."<br />
"Okay," I said, "You're in charge of arrangements. What about<br />
gear?"<br />
"No problems," he said, "The Australian RSL has sent us a lot<br />
of gear. All new too. We've been using it a bit for practice,<br />
but it's really as good as brand new."<br />
This was reassuring. "Okay," I said, "I'll tell the commanding<br />
officer and we'll consider the match a fixture for about a<br />
week's time." He grinned again. "Four dozen cans? Loser<br />
buys?" I thought for a moment. I knew that most of the<br />
officers, even those who were players, were out of practice,<br />
including me. But I considered that I held an ace. This was<br />
Mike, one of our young pilots who could have played for his<br />
State, at least, if he had decided to be a full-time cricketer,<br />
rather than a bomber pilot. I had played with him and against<br />
him and I knew his cricketing capabilities fairly well. He<br />
bowled very quickly and could move the ball both ways through<br />
the air. He could also use the seam to destructive effect,<br />
off the pitch. He batted at about five or six and was always<br />
good for forty or fifty. Little did the airmen, I thought to<br />
myself, appreciate my secret weapon.