Thursday, 12 April 2012

An Australian Farewell

The final dregs of the cricket season in Australia was like the bottom of a pint; warm, unfulfilling and leaving you hankering for more.

Since Christmas the rain had become incessant, Queensland’s tropical trait of stifling heat with thunderous precipitation a nagging bore on the mind. Coaching, training, games – all rained off. Beach – wet. Cabin fever at least meant journalistic work could be pursued ferociously, but Australian TV’s relentless broadcasting of England’s epic failure in the UAE did not help.

The games that escaped the rain were incredibly hard-fought. A first innings defeat at Caboolture – where we batted in tough conditions only to bowl on a road in blazing sunshine the following week – was particularly feisty to say the least. This preceded a trip to picturesque Tewantin-Noosa CC on a sweltering day. At 30 for 4 we had made early inroads and hoped for an early finish to their innings, but watched on helplessly as their first grade batsman hit 160 and kept us in the field for the full 80 overs.

The positive element throughout the climax of the season was undoubtedly the banter and merriment had with all of the lads at Nambour Cricket Club, and also the learning experience and support when training with the Sunshine Coast Scorchers rep side.

With the Australian summer ending, the only up side to the rain was the more pleasant conditions with which to play football. Knowing my time on the continent was short I decided to sign up and play a handful of games for Nambour-Yandina United in the Sunshine Coast league. Training twice a week, the football was taken very seriously and run ultra-professionally – but all at the same standard at Wilstead firsts. My debut was surreal in the extreme; a PA announcer greeted the 100-strong crowd in our small stadium ground and with victory at the final whistle we were ushered over to salute the fans for their support. I was reliably informed that for the big derby versus Woombye Snakes FC, private security guards have to be hired to control the rival tension amongst the 250 fans.

As I bid farewell to the country more torrential rain and flash flooding swept through the Sunshine Coast and I escaped just in time, with a host of great memories fully intact.

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