Nothing makes me feel more anonymous than the hallow cry of “bowler’s name” from the scorers table of this desolate 4th grade dustbowl. I didn’t take 11 wickets last year @ 44.15 to be treated like this
If this was a club game, Roy and Root would be half way round their boundary lap by now.
Probably whinging that the ball has stopped moving already and that they were just unlucky