Paul watched amused as Trevor paced the twenty-two yard strip of ground that was the village cricket pitch. He looked for all the world like he knew what he was about. “Bit green.” “Well, uh, we don’t exactly have a full-time ground staff. This isn’t Lords, ya know.” Was he sounding defensive? The village of Littleborough was hardly the centre of the cricketing world, and couldn’t run to a massive cricket ground with first class facilities. Heck, they had to bribe someone every week to cut the square and put the roller on the pitch. “Hmm.” “What?” Paul was definitely impatient now. Trevor got up from his knees after poking at the ground with a key. “Not bad.” “Never knew you were such an expert.” Sarcasm as well. Paul would have to watch himself. Trevor was here on his i