Someone tell England – catches win matches!!!

What a day at Newlands was the 4th Day of the South Africa versus England test match. What a mammoth day.   We arrived as the teams were warming up, and our seats were a little closer today…

  
 …although it did mean that we were just above to the left of the Barmy Army, and directly above the newly named Hashim Army – all of whom for some reason were sporting yellow marigold rubber gloves!  See below:

  
In fact it is likely that is was dress up day, as there were quite a lot of fancy dress groups around the ground – some definitely more tasteful and wiser than others considering the heat today. We saw a Thomas the tank engine, someone in a full length wig (presumably Captain Caveman – it was a tad hard to tell), men in parasols sporting tutus and creepy masks, a man dressed as a full grown baby, a pint of beer, Snow White (I think!), and many more.  In the next photo, they are some of the fancy dressed group giving their all back to the Hashim Army!

  
The Barmy Army started commenced proceedings with a good and tuneful rendition of Jerusalem, and then proceeded to serenade the bowlers: Anderson, Broad, Finn and they also sang to Bairstow. But it was hot this morning and very humid, and both armies fizzled out abit with the slow cricket that was also taking place.  Hashim Amla’s double century was really the only thing that lifted us out of our seats during the morning.  I couldn’t even go and try and get more autographs as firstly we were in the middle of a row so it was a bit awkward, and also, I already have Moen Ali’s, and he was on our boundary most of the time.

Still the lunhbreak came, and this time a whole load of school children went onto the pitch to have cricket practice which was quite fun for them.  I think most members of the crowd took this opportunity to imbibe of the beer, as after lunch the mood definitely picked up, especially of course when Amla was bowled by Broad…if you can’t catch them out then you have to bowl them out.  With du Plessis following shortly afterwards, the mood in the crowd definitely improved and the chanting began and to be honest didn’t let up – at one point it was difficult to concentrate on the actual matter in hand, that being the cricket. Although, whenever we were able to concentrate on the cricket it seemed to be when England was either dropping a catch or letting a ball shoot through beyond the fielder’s grasp…I’m not sure that shoddy is the word I would use, but it was hard to not mock.

And then there was the quite magnificent maiden century of Bavuma. Quite ridiculous – and he gave a lot of cause to the Hashim Army to grow ever louder, aided at appropriate intervals by a South African in the row in front of us who every so often simply bellowed in a very loud deep resonant voice BAVUUUUUUUUMA. Sean, sitting next to me tried to imitate it, but wasn’t quite as effective.  His century was fantastic, even though he doesn’t look quite big enough to hold the bat, he runs darned quick between the wickets. What a privilege to watch his maiden century and for it to be such a historic one. If nothing else this test has been one of records broken and achieved which as my brother says has given me lots of “I was there moments”.

Every so often we (I mean the English fans, not Rachael, Aulden & Sean), kept thinking the wickets might start to tumble, but this just didn’t happen and that deficit kept shrinking. If only we’d caught one of those 8 missed catches!  We were of the opinion that ought that Amla should have declared as soon as Bavuma scored his century, but I’m mighty glad he didn’t – it was a tense 25 minutes or so watching Cook & Hales stay in to the close of play – and yes we all noticed how the Sotuh Africans rattled through as a any overs as they possibly could – slightly different to last night’s sat half hour 🙂

So to the 5th day tomorrow. If we’d only held onto a couple of catches, then who knows what it would look like.  It’s made the 5th day though full of twists and turns, and while some of the cricket hasn’t been the best advert for 5 Day Test Cricket perhaps due to an incredibly flat bland wicket, my goodness some of it has, and it’s been the best batting I think I may ever see.  Still, there is room for some more ups and downs tomorrow that is for sure, and I hope both armies will be in full song, I have a feeling our tickets might be quite close to them.

Just the one wicket today…

  
Today’s view at Newlands meant that we were in the blissful shade all day today – in acting terms we were sitting in the gods, but it was light and breezy up there with a good view of the field.

What were we hoping for today….hmmm, well certainly for South Africa to avoid the follow on…and are it to Day 4.  well, they’ve certainly made it to Day 4…perhaps without the scintillating cricket that we saw yesterday, you have to hand it to Hashim Amla, although he took all day to reach his so far unbeaten 157, he was literally there all day! I mean, he shouldn’t have got there…after all we all know that catches win matches…don’t we?

And quite frankly the last hour of play, well it wasn’t really play…the bowlers took ages with each over, the batsmen weren’t really hitting any runs, and even the umpires seemed to faffing about doing goodness knows what in the final 3 overs.  Most of the crowd were diehards and hung on either hoping for a sneaky late wicket, or some imitation of yesterday’s batting display hitting all over the place… Maybe it was because it was Day 3 and the Barmy Amry were frazzled from two days in the heat, but they definitely weren’t in full voice today.  After an initial start in the morning they seemed to fizzle out – of energy…due to sunshine/too much beer from the last couple of days…who knows…but it is a shame that Newlands bans musical instruments cos we could have done with the Barmy Army’s trumpet keeping the flagging energy up, and not least the players.

Still, there was time for fun and atmosphere to be had.  I managed to garner the autographs of Steven Finn, Moen Ali and I think my greatest coup was the autograph of Graeme Smith!!! The firs two were easy as they were outfielders, but I think Smith’s was something of a triumph.  Rachael & I spotted him when we headed down to the field during the lunch break…

 
The field filling up during the lunch break.  

Smith, Ackerman & Pollock ready for the Sky Sports lunchtime analysis…

And it seemed too good an opportunity to miss, surely one of them would sign my cast.  When the broadcast was over there were swarms of kids with miniature bats pushing for Smith to sign them – I’m afraid, and I’m not proud, but I used my height and my temporary disability to my advantage and as Smith had a pen in hand I just shoved my arm in front of him (like a miniature cricket bat), he initially looked surprised but then smiled and raised his eyebrows and signed away!  To be fair to the others, they all look like I signed their names myself, or not far from many of the doctors signatures I have witnessed over time…but they are all genuine I promise.  Apparently my challenge is to get the “Weasley Twins” to sign my cast (Stokes & Bairstow), set by my brother!

In our seats in the gods we met an interesting Australian (talked a lot to the point where you felt you might miss the odd ball – but given the pace of the cricket this didn’t matter too much), an entertaining fella from Birkhamstead – he was akin to a slightly younger and drinker version of Boycott, but when he witnessed me carrying two pints of beer (a balancing act with my cast), and found out that I was a nurse he swore I had wings and was an angel!!! What can I say to that? And next to him was his friend who we couldn’t quite wor out where he lived…Malawi, South Africa, somewhere in the region anyways.

Although the cricket decidedly dragged at times, and we still don’t know what the final referral was for, it just seemed like both teams & umpires were willing the last over and wasting time to get there, we still had a fantastic time, as the winds in Newlands picked up and clouds poured down off Table Mountain (hopefully bringing a change which might suggest a hint of swing for Mr Anderson tomorrow) we hung on clapping each run and cheering at the end and slowly made our way home back to Greenpoint, where there are no clouds and only heat and humidity. We’ve dined at a delicious seafood restaurant down in the port, Panama Jacks – fresh calamari and langoustine from Mozambique -YUM! So all left for me to say is, whilst some might be thinking it’s heading to a draw or a dead end…my daddy would say (from the best seat in the house where he is watching) “It’s a five day test, anything can happen”. And I will pray for rain overnight at Newlands to bring some swing! 

   
The umpires walking out to the crease…

In session…
  

A day of runs and more runs…

  
The Proteas warming up before play.

Wow- words almost simply do not do enough.  There we were turning up at the beautiful Newlands ground at about 9.15am in the bright and already hot Cape Town sunshine, and I was secretly optimistic that we would make 400 runs but possibly with the loss of a 2 or 3 wickets. My fellow cricket friends here in Cape Town I believe were having thoughts of wickets tumbling and a total of at most 400 being reached.  How wrong we all were.

I think by lunchtime I had stood up to cheer the announcements of 50 run partnership, 150 runs, 100 run partnership etc so many times I was hot from the exercise and not the heat.  Once again we thanks to Aulden we had fantastic seats in the front row of a block in the North Stand right opposite the main scoreboard with a breathtaking views of Table Mountain behind.  This was a great place for watching the cricket, also because the sun didn’t really hit our seats until about 2pm, and because once again we were surrounded by wonderful atmosphere.  To our right about 2 blocks was a group of Saffers, all dressed up as Hashim Amla and they were in as good voice if not better as the Barmy Army who seem to be scattered throughout the whole ground.  And watching Stokes and Bairstow clobber that ball all over and at one point all over the ground was one of the finest mornings cricket I have ever watched, and what a privilege to witness it live ball by ball.  I think the highlight for me was actually when Bairstow hit his maiden century –  just fantastic to watch his reaction.

 

Stokes walking off at the end of his historic innings. 
big respect though goes to the Amla Army as I shall call them – whilst none of us can get their chanting out of out heads, they kept up pretty much none stop throughout most of the day, especially after tea when Moen Ali was bowling and Amla was batting, I don’t think they paused for breath. I hope my video which I shall attempt to post, of them does some justice.  They worked hard in the heat almost as much as the players!  

   
 Moeen Ali above, and the Hashim Amla Army below!
I almost felt sad for the people in the row behind me, they were England fans, and I would say in their mid to late 20s…and they did nothing but chatter all day long about wedding fixtures, dinner, where else they were going tomorrow – I’m not actually sure if they actually watched a single ball with full comprehension of what it was, and when they left shortly after the final drinks break, Aulden said, “Ah, so that is what cricket sounds like without inane chatter in the background!”

There were beer glass snakes, songs sung at Moen Ali & Hashim Amla, beer drunk, spilt, crowd banter, sun cream on some, and not on others, again a a lot of flesh on display – everywhere! There is biltong & droervorse, ice creams, face painting, cold drinks and crisps sold by friendly vendors who sell their wares constantly throughout the day walking through the crowd, oddly they also sell donuts,which are covered in thick icing and look like the last thing I would imagine anyone wanting to eat in such heat – but what do I know….they get sold.

 

A plastic beer cup snake…  
Two ticket guards making sure they don’t burn!!! I worry more about 1 or 2 people on display in the background!! 

The beer stands open at 10am….and it is impressive/unimpressive how much is consumed by 12 o’clock, and there is definitely a lull after lunch in the singing and banter.  The lunch break is brilliant as everyone is allowed onto the field and mini games of cricket start up all over each the place, Aulden nearly took a catch of a young lad!

  
Aulden & Rachael & Sean during the lunch break on the crowded field!

The heat is something else, and the occasionally increasing breeze throughout the afternoon has been most welcome.  It is quite something to watch the players, with the batsmen sticking it out at the crease, and the bowlers and fielders slogging away.  A couple of dropped catches, especially Stokes!  We didn’t realise that he’d then been run out as we berated the dropped catch.

  
My selfie for the day with Aulden during the lunch break 

 Such a fantastic day, so much action from batting to bowling, sitting sweating in the stands drinking beer and singing along with the Amla Army – or just watching them! Not south Africa’s day, but here’s hoping tomorrow is a good one and this becomes a contest of 5 days.