The penultimate weekend. The stakes? Sky-high. The tension? Thicker than a Gregg’s steak bake. Strap in, Fantasy specs on—here’s what went down.
3XI – SURVIVAL MODE: ENGAGED
A seismic win at home to Harlow keeps the escape hatch open. Sam Stannard (3-22) and Dan Copp (3-12) bowled like they’d been personally offended by the opposition’s batting technique. Harlow were held to 164, and then Will Robertson (49) led the chase like a man possessed. Andy Freeman (35) and Ravi Sandaname (28) backed him up like loyal sidekicks in a cricketing heist movie. Job done in 27 overs. Maximum points. Maximum drama.
2XI – CLIMBING EVEREST (AGAIN)
Another week, another 300+ chase. Frenford, already promoted and clearly showing off, set the bar high. Matt Lewis (77) gave it a proper go, swinging like Thor with a bat, while Freddie Robinson chipped in with 34. But lightning didn’t strike twice. Still, Matt’s knock earned him Player of the Week. Silver linings and sore shoulders.
4XI – ROLLERCOASTER WITHOUT SEATBELTS
From 52-6 to 123 all out, it was less innings and more emotional journey. Kindu Chandramohan (27) and Joe McCarthy (17) tried to patch the sinking ship. Old Souths replied with their own collapse to 65-7, before a rogue partnership of 59 snatched the win. It’s like both teams were playing reverse cricket. Still, the 4s live to fight another day.
1XI – THE WALL HOLDS
Not much has gone right this season, and Week 17 didn’t fancy changing the script. Rukshan De Silva (39), Martin Leslie (33), and Rob Page (23) stitched together a respectable total. Goresbrook started strong, then wobbled like a toddler on roller skates. Jack Carter stepped up with 4 wickets and a glare that could curdle milk. One more to go, lads—let’s finish with fireworks.
FANTASY LEAGUE – ROBINSON VS ROBINSON
Harry Robinson now leads by 332 points. Is it enough? Probably. But Freddie isn’t going quietly. Harry bagged August Manager of the Month, pipping Freddie by 72 points. Freddie returned fire with Manager of the Week, winning by 12. The dinner table is now a psychological battlefield. Pass the ketchup, and the transfer secrets.
I’ll be back Friday for the final preview of the season. One last hurrah. One last blog. One last chance to make sense of the chaos.
Until then—keep your pads dry and your fantasy picks sharper than a slip fielder’s reflexes.
