The England bowler bowls left-arm over the wicket to the Indian batsman. Silly point, short leg, first slip, second slip and the wicketkeeper crouch low hoping for a catch.
The England bowler bowls left-arm over the wicket to the Indian batsman. Silly point, short leg, first slip, second slip and the wicketkeeper crouch low hoping for a catch.
The excitement is getting too much for some of the crowd. The man (right foreground) buries his head in his newspaper, afraid to watch the play unfold. This often happens.
One of the charms of cricket is to see ample folds of burnt skin.
In spite of its fuddy-duddy image, Lords cricket ground built this space-age media centre where all the TV and press johnnies sit. I heard one commentator complain that it is soundproof, so they cannot hear the crowd (and so don't get a sense of the atmosphere). Shame, really.
232 runs for the loss of 6 wickets. Laxman and Agarkar are still in . . .
. . . and have scored 62 runs together so far. Hey, that's almost a run a minute! Who said cricket is boring?
Six of the eleven England players have bowled so far. The most successful has been Hoggard: he's taken 3 wickets at a loss of only 45 runs, and has bowled 5 maiden overs. Now, if he'd bowled over 5 maidens, that would have been a lot more interesting.
This is the bookmaker's board showing the odds. You can bet on who you think will be the top Indian batsman in their second innings, who will be the top England bowler, and how the next wicket will fall. 'Any other' at 100/1 sounds worth a flutter . . .
And if you're worried about the result of the 2.30 at Chepstow, never fear: the mobile betting shop has TV screens showing all the day's horse races.
For those who wouldn't be seen dead in a betting shop, there is this conveniently placed marquee which just so happens doubles up as a betting facility. Much more upmarket.
It's a long day and an army marches on its stomach. Now, shall I have a burger or a curry . . .
Cricket is a game that celebrates the beauty of the English countryside. Quite how Country Stile sauce fits in, I'm not sure.
Thirsty work, sitting in the sun watching men in white trousers walk around a field. A cup of tea. Yes. That would nice.
We're on our way to the cricket in our olde worlde automobile, and what could be more jolly refreshing than an ice-cold cup of that cola beverage we have heard so much about recently.
For those living in the real world of mobile phones, jeans, and alcohol on tap, Pimm's will do nicely.