Being left stranded on 97* when a guy who had been roped in to play for us at the last minute inside edges a ball for 4, winning the game. He was wearing jeans, no shoes (he only had black leather ones, which would have killed the pitch) and a shirt and tie. Devastated.
Also playing as a 15 year old for my old senior team, the captian gave me a lift to the match and decided to drive 30 miles in the wrong direction. we got to the game 20 mins late, by which time we were 20 odd for 4. I wen in at 28-6, our captain having gone first ball.
One of their bowlers had got all 6 wickets, and i'd been warned that he was unbelievebly fast etc etc, so i wore a helmet for the first time ever. I scratched about and made a couple before facing my first delivery from the much lauded bowler, a fairly quick wide. He then was noisily sick just off the pitch, to much laughter. It turned out that the day before had been his 30th birthday, and he had only stopped drinking about 30 mins before the start of play.
He smashed middle stump out of the ground 2 balls later, we ended up 37 all out and the drunk bowler with figures of 9-16.