Having lost the drinking game in 1999, Chingford returned to perfect weather in January 2000. The pitch was inspected, the toss made and with some doubt as to “who had called what", Chingford decided to bat.

I cannot believe that Parore talks more than our Joe Bennett who, from behind the stumps kept us informed with a steady commentary on the game. To me, the volume of verbal chat by the Willows talented line-up of 20-30 year olds was in stark contrast to our quieter determination some 30-40 years ago.

The Willows fielding was vigorous and of a high standard, and as Captain, I was able to ensure ( absolutely) that I was not fielding opposite Geoff Allott with his run-out throws.

Chingford struggled against the speed, bounce, accuracy and guile of the eight athletic bowlers used by the Willows. The batting honours were shared amongst the Willowers for us “to retain the silverware” as demanded by Dorms.

A perfect day (not too hot), a perfect pitch with good bounce, verbal Willowers and a convivial Chingford happy to have batted first.