“Now we’re getting
somewhere!” Pete said to Trevor as he high-fived him after Trevor
had sent his second batsman back to the pavilion in as many
overs.
“Bloody hell, where did
you learn that ball?” Paul slapped Trevor on the back before
returning to his fielding position.
Trevor had a smile a mile
wide on his face. Paul noticed with satisfaction that almost
everyone on the team had gone up to him and said something
encouraging or just patted him on the back or shoulder. All the
team except for Thommo, who resolutely kept his distance, a blank
expression painted on his face.
The quick fall of wickets
scared the Eastly batsman into playing defensively, which
drastically cut the scoring rate. The match, which at one point
looked like it was heading toward defeat, now seemed mu
