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Week 1
Everyone’s favourite away game of the year had finally come around. On arrival to Bensons lane, the team was greeted with a green deck to say the very least, with stumps in the outfield giving you a general indication of the situation out in the middle. With maileee’s tossing record at 14 losses from 15 tosses the batsmen all prepared themselves for what was no doubt about to be a tough day with wood in hand. This preparation started with the most convincing nash win of the season. The game not only provided great joy to the batsmen, but was a great revenue raiser, with JT contributing to the fines tin for numerous blow ups.
As predicted mailee lost the toss and we were sent in to bat. The deck was doing a fair bit, yet hazer and gerg got us off to a great start, with the units close to none for 100 at lunch. After a strong warning from the captain about the difficulty of the deck and to respect the grind ahead at the luncheon interval, we failed to heed his warning, being bowled out for just over 200. Quality batting at the top of the order from Hazer and Greg, and some lusty hitting from Heck and Shash were the highlights of a disappointing first innings.
With only 11 over’s to bowl, a few poles were desperately needed to turn the match in or favour and give us the momentum going into week two. However the Hawks managed to reach the end of the day none down, leaving us plenty of work to do going into week 2.
Week 2
No play. All had the pleasure of the hour drive only to see a square covered in water and mud. The use of a full square cover should be encouraged in similar wet weather periods in the future.
Limited overs qualifying final.
Somehow, amongst the torrential rain, dark clouds, claps of thunder and bolts of lightening, a game of cricket was played this weekend. An unconfirmed report believes this was the only game played at all over the weekend, amazing even more, as approx 6 inches of rain fell between Thursday night and Sunday night! That is about 15 cm, which is more than the average rain fall in a number of places throughout Australia !
So, when the game finally ended at 7.15pm, the players took themselves wearily off the ground and began the slow process of drying out their kit. Some were still drying it when training rolled around on Wednesday, but thankfully all were buoyed by the fact that they were set to play the Semi Final this Sunday.
Greg Mail has hit poor form, it isn’t with his bat, but rather with the coin toss! First Grade has only managed to win the coss toss twice this season and Maily only 1 of them. So the odds were against them, and the bookies were happy as yet again Uni lost the toss and were sent in. Will Hay was gone in the first over, however, this brought Man of the Match Ian Moran to the crease.
Ian Moran has almost been untouchable in the shorter form of the game, with some high scoring in the Twenty20 and recent One Dayers. With the ball moving around and the clouds constantly threatening, Moran (121*) was supported by Scott Henry (43) in a stand of 122. Campbelltown used 8 bowlers in an attempt to stem the flow of runs, however Mail (20) and Mark Faraday (27 off 24) didn’t allow them any respite. Uni finished with 5/236 from 43 overs, a more than respectable total given the conditions.
Moran had about enough time to take his pads off before he was back out again charging in with the new ball. Uni made better use of the new ball conditions and after 12 overs Campbelltown were reeling at 4-45. Constant interruptions for rain and the threat of implementing the Duckworth Lewis system kept the game closer than it deserved. Campbelltown tried to string some partnerships together, however Greg Mail (2-27 and a run out) made sure that those were never going to last.
Marty Paskal (3-32) returned and boasted his season wicket tally into the 40s and Moran also topped off his match with a closing wicket to finish with 3 for 34. Uni continue on to the Semi Final, again at Uni No 1 against Easts, this Sunday 14th February.
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Upon winning the toss, the Hawkesbury skipper invited the Uni boys to have a bat. In fairness, it should be noted that the wicket did look as green as an arts student’s hydroponic garden. However, the Hawks were soon to find out that the fast, bouncy wicket allowed the bowlers no room for error.
Indeed, the Hawkesbury bowlers seemed to err once or twice an over in the early stages and Nick Larkin seized on the loose offerings like a seagull on stray chips. The Lurker raced to 45 prior to drinks only to fall to a catch behind the wicket shortly thereafter. Lucky for Nick, his lovely better half was on hand to fondle him back to happiness after his dismissal. In fact, so loving were the caresses of his future wife, that the discerning onlooker was forced to query why he didn’t throw his wicket away earlier.
With the entry of the Big Ship, proceedings took on a more moderate tempo. The Uni captain cruised along for half an hour or so without looking the slightest bit troubled. However, a lack of pace was unfortunately to be Theo’s undoing and on 15, he somehow had his stumps uprooted by a ball that was slower than a sports science scholarship holder.
Next to come to the wicket was the Rig, fresh off a few rounds of Friday night libations with Mr P. Epsi. On the Rig’s entry to the playing arena, some unwitting Hawkesbury fielders were overheard querying whether a chemistry experiment had gone wrong in a nearby science lab. Your scribe, who was batting with the Rig at the time, was all too aware that the hazardous vapour infecting the atmosphere was emanating from Rig’s mouth. For future reference Rig, more brushing of the teeth and less munching on dubious delicacies is required following nights on the town.
After making it to the luncheon interval unscathed, despite deciding that the last ball before the break deserved to be propelled into orbit, Uncle Rig failed to cash in during the middle session. Shortly after lunch, Hawkesbury’s answer to Dorf Lundgren (of former SUCC fame), aimed a bumper at the Rig’s stinky mouth. Unfortunately Rig could only manage to “muscle” the ball to safe pair of hands at backward square leg.
So the batting order progressed from one strawberry blonde to Robbo, the Secret Salmon himself. The Secret Salmon batted swimmingly, alternating between deft back foot shots and powerful drives. Your Scribe enjoyed viewing the Secret Salmon’s innings from the other end until being dismissed shortly before tea.
After taking 3:10 p.m. refreshments, the Uni boys upped the ante, with Creepy Crowley, Michael “suck my” Culkoff and Timmy “I do my dealings under the table” Ley compiling a score or more each. Sadly the Secret Salmon took a stray bait on 66 after looking a dead certainty for his maiden century for the club.
Having seen enough strokeplay, captain Ship declared the batsmen’s voyage over at 8 for 408, favouring a few overs at the Hawkesbury lads before the sun disappeared behind the horizon. To much disappointment in the Uni camp, the Hawkesbury openers powered to 0 for 44 off 12 overs, with the bowlers throwing caution to the wind in a bid for wickets. At least there was one positive to come out of the short bowling session with Theo picking up some sage captaincy advice from a veteran Hawkesbury opening batsman. Theo will accordingly be sure to disregard boundary riders for his spinner next week and avoid general flaccidity in his field placements henceforth.
“But what about nashball?” you ask. The traditional warm up game went to the Young Pups true to form, in what was a rather banal affair. However, in an unprecedented move, captain Ship declared that a post-cricket game of nashball would take place. In the name of variety, it was decided that a team comprised of the vain gym junkies would square off against a team filled with the more rounded blokes (physically and mentally). Then, something occurred that could be described as nothing other than a disgrace. The players on the slimmer and dimmer team all stripped off to their undies. From then on, they were only interested in directing play to those parts of the park where their reflections could be caught in a dressing room or canteen window. By contrast, the more voluptuous (and clothed) team continually manoeuvred play in front of their opposition’s goal. The end result was the fat guys sending the skinny guys back for yet another long look in the mirror. The highlight of the match was undoubtedly the winning goal that was effected by the Newcastle duo of Yours Truly and the fit but modest Creepy Crowley. It was a piece of play that can be envisaged easily enough. Readers should simply picture Andrew Johns kicking a ball across field with pinpoint precision to a flying Kurt Gidley for the finish.
Uni No. 1 Oval
Day 2
Ordinarily a washed out day of cricket would not warrant a match report. However, despite Saturday’s inclement weather, your correspondent feels compelled to recount a few events of the day.
Rig’s Comedy Hour(s)
Reginald Ignatious was, upon arrival at Uni No. 1 oval on Saturday morning, the most Pepsi-d up cricketer ever seen. Below is a chronology of but a few of Reginald’s various hilarious antics:
9:29 am: Reginald sneaks around the corner of the dressing sheds, to the extreme disappointment of his team mates, one minute prior to “caaaaaaaaase” o’clock.
9:30 am: Reginald seats himself next to his skipper, whose nose hairs are fried by the poisonous alcoholic vapors emitting from Reginald’s pores.
9:35 am: Your correspondent, who is retrieving chattels from the boot of his car, is accosted by Reginald, who is re-enacting one or all of the following at the same time:
- bowling out 8 of St George’s batsmen earlier in the season when in a similar state;
- celebrating the said 8 wickets against St George with his customary cries of: “this is too eeeeaaaasy”, “this is “r. r. r. r. Diculous” and “just doing enough” whilst completing some sort of charade that appears to be a combination of punching the air and wiping his nose with his sleeve.
- performing trademark dance moves, “the Rooster” and “Oscillating Plums”; and
- fornicating with an unknown German backpacker (as she then was) that he met in his travels the night before somewhere between the Artarmon Freeway Hotel’s lunchtime topless bar, Cabana Bar, Cargo Bar, the Sugarmill, his bachelor pad at Cremorne and Uni No. 1 Oval.
9:45 am: Reginald calls upon his team mates to assist him to decipher the following phone number for the German backpacker, which he hada apparently entered in his phone whilst on the dance floor at the Sugarmill: 0000044119993331119994444777777.
9:48 am: Reginald has a brainwave – whilst he may have imprecisely recorded the German backpacker’s telephone number, he has managed to accurately record her name. Reginald stalks Ivana Von Chipellata Gemunchen on Facebook and writes “do you like sauerkraut with your bratwurst” on her wall.
10:00 am: Reginald announces that he would like to bet any takers $5 that he will have prepared a meal of bratwurst for Ms Von Chippellata Gemunchen within a week.
10:15 am Reginald strips down to his undies and performs an array of flexes and calisthenics.
10:20 am: Reginald is wearing his shorts again, but is threatening bystanders with his “skiddy” undies which have somehow been removed.
10:30 am: Reginald puts in a telephone call to “an old flame” and engages her in intimate conversation on speaker phone before audibly referring to her physical attributes, to the 10 or so eavesdroppers, in the third person.
10:35 am: The said old flame hangs up on Reginald after declaring him to be unworthy of her affections.
10:45 am: Reginald goes for a drive to MacDonalds with your scribe and Timmy “you can’t kick me out for that!” Ley, and hits on the owner of the soft voice taking his order through the drive through voice box.
10:46 am: The owner of the soft voice on the other side of the drive through voice box turns out to be a 14 year old boy. Reginald is duly appalled with himself and apologetic.
10:59 am: After returning to Uni No. 1 Oval, Reginald takes his Maccas wrappers to the bin (Reginald is diligent in not littering being a Senior Environmental Scientist [PHD (DRT)] when unforeseeably, the wind picks and dumps all of the water that is resting in the Sydney Uni Sport and Fitness canvas above him on his head;
11:05 am: Reginald puts in a prank telephone call to his larger and older protégé', Simon "the Big Rig" Cowan. Under the cover of a dodgy high-pitched voice, and pretending to be the lovely lass that Simon met at Fringe Bar the weekend before, Reginald propositions the Big Rig for a bit of Round 2 action. Unbelievably, the Big Rig takes Reginald's bait hook, line and s(t)inker. More weasel words would not be found in one of the Big Rig's carefully drafted disclaimers than in the sentences he mutters in attempting to avoid a second liaison with the said lovely lass.
11:10 am: Reginald decides that an appropriate way to test the shoulder injury that nearly kept him from playing in the scheduled cricket match with a semi-nude cover slide. Not once, not twice, but three times.
11:15 am: AJ and Ben Joy turn up to Uni No. 1 Oval to catch up with the 2s guys only for Reginald to slate AJ about having the worst pair of circuiting wheels in all of SUCC (harsh but fair) and forget Benny Joy’s name. Luckily, Reginald makes a quick recovery with a humorous nickname. Ben Joy from is now to be known by the name of our favorite party line crosser, Senator “B.B.B.B. Barnaby Joyce”.
11:20 am: Reginald tries, very unsuccessfully, to make an aardvark eat a squash ball.
11:30 am: Sobriety finally catches up with Reginald and he helps himself to a shower and a quiet moment in the corner of the dressing shed.
Theo’s Waterslide Nash
Feeling a bit restless after a day of trying to convince the Hawkesbury guys that staying in the city isn’t such a bad thing, even when its raining, the Big Ship decided that a good release would be to play some nashball. The teams were divided up according to experience with SUCC, and the Ship, R. Ig’, your Scribe, Timmy “where is that bird I met at Fringe Bar, she handled wet conditions well” Ley and Jimmy Kazoogalogalogilus took on Crowley, Jum Larkin, Sh*t Shoes Grant and resident Romeos, Nick Larkin and Liam Robertson. In a bold show of defiance (of gravity), the experienced guys took their tops off and played as the skins. It’s an old saying but a goodie, and applicable in the circumstances: the old firm was like a collection of fine reds: better with age, great decanted with their tops off and full of depth and body.
The Bustler Kazoogalogalogilus played notably. He was resolute and calm in defence and a visionary with his passing out of centre back. He also managed to sweat in the rain and look even hairier than usual whence covered with grass clippings.
The Ship was strong for a short while but then decided that it was too dangerous to be playing, notwithstanding that he had instigated the game, and he skulked to nurse a feigned groin strain.
Timmy and your scribe combined well throughout the match but the star of the day was unquestionably the man of the hour, Reginald Ignatious. Needing four points to win compared to the Freshers’ one, the Heavies needed a miracle play resulting in a four-point “header”. With this in mind, Reginald made a beeline for the back stick with a spot kick pending. Your correspondent took a swipe the stationary nashball and duly collected the wet ball off the outside of the boot, only to joyfully watch it sail into Reginald’s nose and into the very, very, very top corner of the net.
The Freshies were gutted, and meandered back to the sheds to dry off the wetness behind their ears and contemplate tactics for the future. Top of the tactics list was undoubtedly coming up with a way in which to claim or deny the line ball refereeing calls as and when required. In this regard, your scribe recommends the consulting work of Tom Kierath who is expensive but delivers results, particularly with his signature “hands on heads” move. Better luck next time chumps.
Despite his early reluctance, the Big Rig and his housemate, little brother Ash "the Skinny Rig" Cowan, managed to entertain the lovely lass from Fringe Bar and a friend at their lair in the early hours of Sunday morning. Rumor also has it that the security camera in the spa compound caught the Skinny Rig slightly unawares.
Sydney Uni 7/236 (A Grant 63*. M Hackett 53, M Gregory 30, A Cowan 25, B Joy dnb)
Day 1
Well, well, well… You scribe is back by popular demand to supply all the hydration needed to satisfy the thirsty readers out there, and lets face it – there could only be one beverage which could slake that thirst (and it doesn’t begin with ‘gatorade’, although in a similar vein, a ‘Pepsitracker’ is being currently developed by the marketing executives at Pepsi® as the next big thing in circuiting. It is believed that this could be quite a useful and amusing tool to track the movements, distance covered and level of ‘physical exertions’ performed by a few high profile SUCC’ers during an evening). Having turned down an invitation to discuss the finer points of life with Mr P. Epsi™ over a few light refreshments at his office on Friday night (for those who aren’t aware, the Pepsi building is located at King Street Wharf and Mr P. Epsi™ is the propagator of Friday night hi-jinks and Saturday morning death warrants) your scribe was in good shape early Saturday morning to begin the arduous task of travelling out to the country town that is Richmond.
After providing the same sort of quality directions which were earlier given to the Big Ship in driving to Campbelltown (net result: caaaaasse!!!), the trip took longer than expected, however your scribe and his older, fatter, grey haireder sibling arrived at the Bensons Lane Supersports Arena™ refreshed, relaxed and with minutes to spare. The same could not be said for Messrs Smith, Hackett and Gregory, who were less fortunate (for some astonishing reason, ‘Dementia’ Hackett was in charge of directions!?) and therefore liable for refreshments.
The game they play in heaven™ once again saw experience overcome ignorance, and I must make note of the deplorable offering served up by the younger members of the team. Week in, week out the result is the same – the whelps attempt to put together some ‘plays’ which break down as a matter of course, and despite their (supposed) superior fitness and speed, they are always found wanting and are hammered mercilessly. Three (3!) run throughs by the veterans and even the old man of grade cricket (BJ) could be seen cantering around the paddock in a manner akin to his days of yore (think 1970’s). The youngsters need to go back to basics and really aim up if they ever hope to have any representatives in the SydneyUni Masterful And Seriously High-calibre (SMASH) Nashball All-Stars. Of note was the welcome return of Sanjeev ‘The Gatekeeper’ who was excellent between the posts, however decided mid way through that he had done enough and inexplicably walked off mid game, very puzzling. Anyway, a comprehensive victory for the good guys.
Having slated the younger members of the team sufficiently, we move on to cricket.
The units were greeted by a hard and green track and were sent in to bat by the Hawks. Dementia and Nick ‘Excessive Arrogance’ Fitzgerald opened up and had to deal with a seaming pitch and slow outfield which made scoring difficult. Fitzy departed early and a good partnership was then forged between Dementia Hackett and Matt ‘Is it marlin?’ Gregory, before Gregory succumbed to an ankle injury whilst playing an innocuous forward defence, and was forced to retire hurt. The injury was so innocuous in fact, that onlookers were reminded of the occasion earlier in the year when the stereotypical South African big game hunter brought down the Leopard, however a quick visual search for the elusive hunter was fruitless, and it appears as though he remains at large. Ken ‘dpswkoorr – do you reckon you can unscramble that 9 letter word in 4 hours?’ Huckle and Jack ‘How does this man hold down a long term gf??’ Hammond came and went in the middle order whilst providing handy partnerships with the not out (and pining) Hackett, on a wicket that continued to seam coupled with some tight bowling from the Hawks indoor cricket champion, who bowled 20 overs straight of useful meds off two steps. Your scribe then managed to attract the ire of some of Hawkesbury’s finest intellectuals, who seemed to take offence with any and all of the following efforts: playing and missing, getting hit on the pad, defending the ball, hitting the ball to the fielder, scoring too slowly, scoring too fast, hitting the ball along the ground, hitting the ball in the air, running along the pitch, etc and so on. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly an innings out of Charlie Cull’s batting textbook, and I must admit your scribe was made to look foolish on more than one occasion. An over. For 15 overs. Despite this, a useful partnership resulted and the lovesick Hackett managed to pass 50 before departing to text his other half and compare results between 2nd and 3rd grade. Gregory then re-entered the arena with Fitz as his runner and calamity was the order of the day, with Gregory at one point taking off for a single and running ¾ of the way down the pitch only to realise that he didn’t have to run, as his runner had already done that. He then stopped and pondered his next move before the fielders realised that he could be run out at the keepers end. Gregory made light of the injury and sprinted back to the keepers end to be safe with the sort of ease that is synonymous with Hackett these days. A light jog out to point to await the next ball and surely the opposition captain was reconsidering his good faith in allowing a runner in the first place, however not long afterwards, both batsman and runner walked off for the second time during the day.
D ‘Don’t lie to me’ Ward and A ‘No.2 bustler’ J then came together at the relatively comfortable score of 6 for 120, and Ward in particular would have been happy having given the top order a talking to prior to the innings and saying that we have been getting to 6 for 110 too often this season and it wasn’t good enough. Maybe Ward should get back to basics and just rely on the good old ‘We need to lift the chat by 20%’ instead of being too specific. The captain and his understudy set about righting the ship, and performed admirably with both reverting to type as the ball was bus-driven and bustled around the ground at a good rate. D ‘Blow ups’ Ward eventually fell after the little man on his shoulder finally had his way, and this brought ‘Methuselah’ Smith to the crease to play second fiddle to Barry Ustler. Another useful partnership followed until the close of play and the Bustler played superbly for a very well made 63*. The set of pectorals really made it look much easier than it was with the full array of strokeplay, and the top order (with the exception of the love machine Hackett) were made to feel rather sheepish given the events that transpired earlier. One man in particular who was made to feel sheepish was Matt ‘I’ve run out of nicknames for him given I just met the guy on Saturday but you know who I mean’ Gregory who was marlined hook, line and stinker by Hackett (that’s right Hackett!) late in the day. Disgraceful.
Special mention to Ben Joy ‘Division’ who was fined about $45, most of which were weekly fines and centred around having two first names, one being a girl’s. Dishonourable mention to A ‘sh*t finesmaster’ J who left the fines kitty sitting around after the meeting for about 15 mins and had to be reminded to take it home.
The units are well placed to claim the 6 points next week with some quality bowlers in the line up. To be continued…
Smash
Day 1
The Students returned to Number 2 with hopes of quickly erasing the memories of a somewhat disappointing loss to the bottom dwelling Fairfield-Liverpool. The boys were greeted by an encouragingly green deck and cloud filled atmosphere, prompting Dan ‘I wish I was a snow leopard’ Bragg to turn the sides thoughts to dismissing the visiting Hawks in quick time.
Things looked even more promising as the young squad ran riot to capture a vital win in yet another dominant and forceful display of high quality nashball. The elder statesmen of the squad could muster not much more than a hefty sweat during the encounter, and were once again witness to the class of the young boys attacking unit, with particular note going to Charlie Cull. End score: Young 4 vs. Old 0.
Despite the toss not going in our favour, we were - much to the delight of both captain and team – asked to have first use of the grassy pitch and new ball. Things started extremely well for the Units as Charlie Cull claimed a wicket on the first ball of the day, with a regulation catch taken soundly by Ed ‘Furby” Arnett. The day continued to improve as Cull went on to claim two more wickets in his first spell and left the Hawks reeling early in the day. Special mention must go to our 2nd Grade Captain, Adam Theobald, who can be aptly credited with the rare sight of five held catches in the slips for the day. Wickets continued to fall at a steady rate throughout the day, with both Bragg and Kerrod ‘What is a front arm?’ McPherson grabbing a couple each through tight and persistent bowling. Josh Lawrence also bowled extremely well, and unfortunately was too good to collect the edges of the flailing Hawkesbury middle order. As we reached the tail of the Hawks innings, it became evident that things were done significantly different in the deep west, with them leaving two of their more talented batsmen to battle it out for the number 11 spot generally reserved for blokes of the calibre of Benjamin Joy. Eventually the Students had dismissed the visitors for what seemed to be an underwhelming 167.
Matt ‘the real snow leopard’ Skinner and myself strolled to the crease with the plan of seeing the remaining 26 of the day out and securing a solid start. For the first time in the day, things did not go as according to plan, with the Leopard being removed by his first rock. Myself and Josh Lawrence suffered a similar fate in the proceeding overs, and the chase of 167 began to look harder than initially thought as we fell to 3/5.
Ed Quoyle and David ‘the first at Randwick’ Crawford provided admirable hands to Dave ‘the director’ Jessup as he went on a late afternoon rampage and at certain times no doubt harboured thoughts of perhaps collecting first innings point on the first afternoon. Jess went on to compile a swashbuckling 55* to leave the Students in a much more comfortable position at the close of play, despite the fall of Crawford only minutes before the stumps were pulled and the covers were returned to the deck.
Final score: Hawks 167 (Cull 5/49, Bragg 2/19, McPherson 2/40)
Uni 5/107 (Jessup 55*)
The boys will return next week in hope of a flat deck, a highly unlikely improved display from the old boys in nash, and of course the vital first innings points to further our push for a top three birth.
James Larkin.
Day 1
Syd Uni 182 (D. Gatt 51, J. Momsen 38, S. Mahabady 34 no)
North Sydney 0 for 46 at stumps
The day started in picture perfect Tunks Park under a blazing sun. The boys warmed up with an enthusiastic game of nash seeing the shirts steal victory from the skins in a fairly convincing win. Shervo’s ambitious attempts at kicking for goal lost the skins the ball on more than one occasion, opening the door for some skillful play by the shirts showing dominance throughout the game.
Captain Bertelle had a rare toss win and elected to bat on what looked to be a fairly flat track with nothing but blue skies. A dismal start saw us lose early wickets to some good swing bowling and we were 3/16 with only 5 overs bowled.
At 6/38 in the 16th over, things were looking grim until Momsen and Gatt began a hard fought partnership. The bowling soon fell apart due to the swinging “Bat of Gatt”, who hit the Norths offie for 28 of his first five overs. Delivering up half-volleys and full toss’ Gatt took charge, dominating the bowling with some streaky shots over the in-field. This hard hitting, combined with Momsen’s smart nurdling of singles quickly advanced the score to a healthy 124 before Gatt was dismissed on 51.
With the 70 run partnership broken, Norths regained momentum. However, Mahabady came to the crease and built another lower order partnership with Momsen. Mahabady showed true skill for a number ten batsmen, being solid in defense and effective when opening the shoulders. Mosmen also showed some acceleration until his wicket fell for 38 taking the score to 9 for 171.
Some late hitting by Mahabady took the total to 182 before the final wicket fell leaving Mahabady 34 not out in the 57th over.
North Sydney run chase started slowly with tight bowling from Shirvington and Green, giving away only 34 runs off 18 overs (with 9 maidens between them). SUCC could have capitalised on this if a few chances had been taken in the field. At stumps, North Sydney were 46 after 21 overs. SUCC have 135 runs to play with, needing 10 wickets in 80 overs for a first innings victory.