Good news for all those Old Nottinghamians who still have their cricket whites tucked away at the back of their wardrobe.
The Old Nottinghamians' Cricket Team is reforming for five social matches on Thursday evenings during this summer, with the games being played at Adbolton Lane – the home of Old Nottinghamians' sport.
Jonathan Hammond ON (1975 – 1985) is your contact for you to register your interest in turning out for the ONs... if only for a game or two... or for the complete series! Please confirm your strengths - batting, bowling, fielding, or simply making the teas!
The plan is for sociable evenings to enable you to bring down the family to show them you have still got what it takes to catch the eye of the England selectors... particularly in light of the 58 all out this week! We will be playing against similar social teams of differing standards. All will be welcome to come along to enjoy the summer evenings beside the River Trent... and to support the ONs, of course! More details will be made available via the website and Facebook pages.
Please contact me at jonathan@hammondpropertyservices.com
Lauda Finem to all!
Jonathan
Vitai Lampada
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night—
Ten to make and the match to win—
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote
'Play up! play up! and play the game! '
The sand of the desert is sodden red,—
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; —
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! play up! and play the game! '
This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind—
'Play up! play up! and play the game!
Sir Henry Newbolt