My First Under 16 Inter State Cricket Match – Descriptive Coursework
As I walked out onto the field, the whole crowd erupted into cheers. It was the perfect day to go out and bat; bright sunny skies without a cloud in sight, the ovular ground as lively as it could possibly be and the ground very dry as the sun shone upon it constantly all raised my spirits. As I strode out further into the ground, the cheering from the spectators grew even more feral in nature. This proved to me that my previous exploits had not been unheard of. From the corner of my eye I spied a person literally jumping out of his sit with an attempt to land on the pitch itself, it seemed. The temperature was a little low since it was only 8:30 in the morning, with the occasional dragonfly buzzing around the players. The grass was neatly trimmed and well taken care of. The ball would not bounce unexpectedly today. I heard some crickets screeching, barely audible along with the rest of the din.
With my bat in hand, and with all the protection I could possibly need, I stood on the brown, dry and cracked pitch, ready to face the first ball from the bowler. He was a tall muscular fellow and he must have been at least 6’2’. He started his run up from the edge of the inner circle, the grass on the ground giving way under his spiked shoes. My dark brown eyes intently followed the motion of his hand as he reached the thin white line that stopped his progress, the white ball projecting from his hand like a rapid missile at a speedy hundred and ten kilometres an hour. I moved the bat directly in front of my leg pads, with an intention to defend and watch the ball roll harmlessly away. The process finished with the red ball rolling into the hands of the closest fielder, just as I thought I would. This would help me get over the nervousness filling up inside me and it would help me settle into a rhythm. It was necessary.
