My previous best batting efforts have been a couple of forty-odds chasing a total and getting there, but today after Mo unfortunately played on, leaving us still needing 50 plus, i was left as the last wicket standing.
I knew the count. I knew the runs we needed (46 when Mo was out), i knew how many overs we had left (10). I had not counted on the fast outfield (yes, we had a whole week without rain) that the opposition had failed to capitalise on, i had assumed it was not as fast as it looked.
I put up with one of their bowlers trying to screw with me, taking as much time as he could and wasting time with field changes. I took a short one that's given me a nice bruise on the top of my leg, and giggling from the bowler after it, which i had a go at him for. I also had to deal with constant chatter from square leg (one of our players) reminding me to "take your time", "don't lose your concentration" and a number of other cliches, and this was after i told him to stop telling me the score (because i can keep count in my head).
With ten boundaries and ten singles, and more importantly a bat that isn't dead - because sadly mine is - i batted us through to the the total in the process scoring my first competition half-century.
So a good day.