The Return of the Tuna Sandwich or How we whipped the Bashers.

Good morning from a sunny London. I have failed in my duty to provide a match report for the Canbashers match earlier in July. So very late and with pretty much everyone on holiday and miles away from cricket, here it is:

The art of a good tuna sandwich is the subtle mix of salad cream, mayonnaise, pepper and lemon juice as well as crisp cucumber to add some bite to the experience. However, our beloved chairman, who seems to make all the teas nowadays, loathes tuna with extreme prejudice. He can't stand the stuff and would no more make tuna sandwiches than burn the pavilion down for a massive insurance payout. In fact, that's a bloody good idea but I guess, not very sensible to discuss criminal insurance fraud on email to hundreds of cricketers.

 

The absolutely splendid teas we are treated to have no tuna sandwiches, ever. Tuna is a fish never to be seen dead on the tea tables.

 

For a reason I can't remember, Marko couldn't make the bashers match so it was down to me to prepare the ground, make tea and sweep the floor of the pavilion with a broom up my arse, all at the same time. Brilliantly, it did give me the opportunity to re-introduce tuna on to the menu, knowing that it could be served alongside other sandwiches without offending anyone.

 

And when tea came, there they were. Some brown, some white but definitely full of tuna. They were fucking delicious.

 

The match was a clear victory to us. We batted first, got 200 and bowled out the Bashers for about 170. I have no individual stats to hand, but I do recall a lovely innings of 70 odd from Jamie mackwood.

 

See you in September to continue the longest run of unbeaten games since we last did it.

 

Happy hols - Rosco