Delacombe Cricket Club, the home teams players congregated in their fielding positions for the A graders cricket Final.
As the mum of one of away teams players, I set my chair up on the sidelines under a large gum tree that provided a cool shady world with light filtering through the tree tops helping to shut out the direct sunlight. It was a warm 33 Celsius at the point. A light breeze, a bystanders saving grace in conjunction with the tree top umbrella.
The temperature continued to soar that day and reached its peak at 43.
My son Kade and number 2 batter Elliot walk confidently back onto the ground for day 2 of the club level cricket final. My son opened the batting yesterday to finish the last hour or so of the day to finish 0/32. Delacombe ended their day with a score of 10/203.
I check the score board at drink break to read 1 for 60. The boys soothe themselves quickly from the scorching heat with ice water. Wiping down their faces and downing gulps of chilled refreshments to tide them over until tea.
Barely back on ground. Hoorah the fielders and supporters cheered as another critical wicket fell before their tea break this time for an lbw wicket. Elliot leaves the ground clearly disappointed and the score show 2/75
The challenge now is to get to the tea break with just 2 wickets down .
Challenge unaccomplished. The crowd and fielders roar again, then again, the boys appearing to be in trouble as their sixth wicket fell.
The distress clear on the faces as each player walks from the ground. My son the one common face within the field of Delacombe players. There were sneers and wise cracks thrown at him. They were trying to rattle him, his focus unwavering. I was proud, to say the least.
Unfortunately they lost their seventh wicket in the last open before tea. 7/85 the score board reported, the game now appears to be beyond them.
However stranger things have happened in a game of cricket
So we crossed our fingers as we watch the second innings of the cricket unfold.
The game changed dramatically as Kade and Strodes attacked the bowling and upped the run rate. An unlikely victory now seems a possibility.
Their aggressive batting forced Delacombe the home team to spread their field thus allowing more opportunities for both batsmen who now have their tails up.
Those two bat through and win an unlikely grand final for Mount Martha. 7/204. You bloody beauty.
The crowd roared and a proud mother roared even louder. Delirious with happiness, tears roll down her face.
The great sportsmanship of both teams was shown on the day when the winners congratulated the home team on a well played match and Delacombe did like wise.
Kade humbly walks over to see me, his friends and the assemblage of club spectators, they cheer as he nears. “Well played”, “congratulations” “woops and cheers” vibrated the air, claps the on the backs. “Mate, great comeback”.
My heart swelled with pride.
The shimmer of light radiated over the park like a spotlight caused by the sun shining on the windows of the cars, but anyway I looked at it the sun shone on my boy. He was in the spotlight. He was my hero always and everybody else’s on that day.