Trip Start Aug 15, 2006
29Trip End Sep 19, 2006
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The home team doesn't realise that we are an American team, so they are surprised when one of our Americans starts talking. They had figured from our 'British Officers' name tag that we were some sort of travelling military types, who would sooner be playing village cricket teams than engaging in pressing military missions such as the Middle East crisis.
The game progresses while I, as a non-player, am resigned to an unfamiliar observational role that involves sitting with the opposing team while their innings unfolds
After the game, we share a couple of drinks with the locals. One of them makes the bold but impassioned claim that the Birdlip Cricket Club serves the best Guinness outside of Ireland. He proceeds to back up his claim with a thorough explanation of the brewing and pouring process. I have to say that it is rather good Guinness, so I have quite a few of them before leaving time.
Leaving time shunts us a few yards down the road, back to the Royal George, now full of Friday night regulars and one large party of cricketers.