In this story the author has captured completely the feeling and dedication of a boy's involvement with his village cricket team.
It is in such a setting as Wilborne that many young people gain their interest in cricket, perhaps as the scorer in Tony's case, or helping out with the groundwork like his friend Bob.
Such a village setting was where I learned the art of cricket when I was no older than Tony, and watched by the author himself.
The ebook should be compelling reading for cricket lovers who find magic in the game, and the author has sprinkled a little magic of his own as you will discover throughout the pages.
Please note the short cameo was written by Michael Watkinson, Westhoughton C.C. Lancashire C.C.C and England.
The early morning sun shone lazily through the window of Tony's bedroom giving extra warmth to the gay pattern of the wallpaper. The village clock chimed the hour of nine as with both hands he grasped at the air, as if the freshness of it was going to lift him clear out of bed without the slightest effort from himself.
"Saturday! It's Saturday!"
He squirmed on top of the bedclothes with glee.
"Yippee! No school."
With delight, he rode the pillow as if it was a horse. Soon he found himself at the window, gazing across the hedgerow onto the green of the cricket field beyond. The little scorebox stood out like a fortress beneath the shadow of the pavilion, "Another five hours to go, and then." he told himself. He just couldn't wait to take up his position inside the little box with his score book neatly placed before him. Fumbling in the drawer, he took out his treasured book and placed it on the bed. Slowly he began to turn over the pages.
Wilborne v Bryshore. Lost!
Cregan v Wilborne. Lost!
Wilborne v Dartley. Lost!
The sparkle soon disappeared from his eyes. "Someday I'm going to build myself a robot that will score for Wilborne. One that scores a win every game!"
Perhaps you think that it was one of Tony's idle boasts. But believe me, if Tony made up his mind to make a robot, then I certainly believe that he had the ability to do so. Who had the only front door in Wilborne that would open and shut just by the press of a button? Why Tony of course.
And who was the person responsible for this intricate gadget? Tony again!
|Size: ||401 KB|
|Publisher: ||Best Global Publishing Ltd|
|Date published: ||Jan 2006|
|Read Aloud: ||not allowed|
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