It was a seemingly insignificant gesture, with a large impact.
It won't be recorded in any scorebook. Perhaps not many will even remember it on an afternoon when 13 wickets fell for 259 runs.
But in this gesture, the way we play the game and the reason we play the game come to life.
At 4 for 165, for half an hour, Easts had battled relentlessly skillful bowling from Tim Ley at the grandstand end and Devlin Malone at the southern end. You sensed that a crucial moment was coming.
Devlin already had 4 wickets on an afternoon that was to bring him 6 and take him past 100 for the Club. He spins up a dropping, turning, tantalising leg break. An edge to slip where Liam Robertson scoops the catch low to the ground. A quiet appeal. The umpire raises his finger in judgement.
But...what's this? Liam signals no catch. He caught it just after it bounced. The Easts batsman may have turned in thanks. The umpire rescinds his decision.
The game goes on.
But it doesn't just go on.
It's illuminated by one magic gesture of honesty and clarity.
The spirit of this great game lives on.