The Keelings v's Sedlescombe - Sunday 22nd July 2012
We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long weeks of practice and of fitness training. You ask, what is our strategy? I will say: It is to play total cricket, by bowling, batting and fielding, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage cricket war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark and lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our strategy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: victory; victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realized; no survival for the Keeling name, no survival for all that the Buddha has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that Keeling kind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among the men of Sedlescombe. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "Come then, let us go forward together with our united strength”.
Put your names forward bravely (and quickly!), after our great victory last year you must all be gagging to join the team - see our celebrations from last year below:
Been trying to load a photo - dead funny one too - but been defeated by the technology!
After a gap of some 34 years I am due to attend the annual Keeling cricket match in July, though this time, wisely from everyone's point of view, as merely a supporter, not a team member. I have Tom to thank for my invitation and I expect nothing less than a fine, easy, Keeling victory. My recollection of playing in about 1978 was that I acted as runner to my father. Sadly this was an unsuccessful duo as I managed to run him out; he was not best pleased. I much look forward to the day and seeing many Keeling cousins, some perhaps for the first time!
Posted by: James Petri | May 06, 2012 at 01:33 AM
I am to old and weak of eye and limb to join you on the battlefield. Let fitter men do that and let me be John Maynard Keynes - the scoreboard operator - to Paul's Churchill.
Posted by: George | March 26, 2012 at 04:55 PM
sorry I can't help! Mum
Posted by: Jenifer Keeling | March 26, 2012 at 11:42 AM