Is there a more heartbreaking way of losing a game than what we did yesterday (especially me personally)?
We lost the toss and batted first on a wet track (opposition probably thought of getting points before the rain came) but amazingly we got the full game in. Our innings finished 144 all out - our tail end not batting the overs out, and I myself managed to add just 3 to our total before I hit a spinner back to him for a caught and bowled.
We got 2 early wickets, but a middle order fightback had the game all but won (120 for 2) then we got a wicket....and another...and another...and another... suddenly is was 143 for 9 and in the last over.
2 balls in, number 10 batsman plays one down in front of him straight to me at silly point, I pick up the ball and underarm it to our keeper but it's too high, credit to him he leaps up and takes it and the stumps are off in a flash.... not out. Uproar from our team that the oppositions number 11 didn't have his bat down, but I knew myself that it wasn't out. Poor throw. Scores are tied and number 11 then knocks one past the infield for the win.
An entires days worth of cricket comes down to a poor throw from myself. I bloody hate cricket.