A bunch of chaps who've never heard of each other playing against a couple of teams nobody has ever heard of? Well Baaaaaaaa! to that.
The early morning scene
on the ferry to Helsinki would have filled the heart of an
inexperienced Old Barbarian with dread, with some players slumped
across multiple seats, some gambling furiously at cards, and some
eyeing up the duty free and wondering whether it was too early to
tuck in. Once the troops had all gathered onshore, a quick visit was
made to the campsite to plant Mrs Dungers firmly in the prime
tent-pitching spot, and the Old Barbarian horde descended a-whoopin’
and a-hollerin’ to the Finnish pitch.
One way and another a
large part of 2012 passed the Baabaa scribe by. Oh that unfortunate
tick bite that laid Dungers low! Oh the scheduling clash that made
Pippers unavailable at the end of the season when it really mattered!
Oh that pernickerty umpire who kept Koggers and Stiffers off the
field because they couldn’t sort their socks out in the changing
rooms in time!
put the Old Barbarians to the sword in Helsinki, the Finnish Old Boys
came over to Tallinn to continue their campaign of pillaging runs and
The day of the Baabaa’s first ever away match started in fine style
with everyone actually turning up at the ferry terminal in due time
for departure and all equipped with a passport whose photo bore some
vague resemblance to the person clutching it.
of the Old Baabaas first proper match of the season started
threateningly as the team gathered during an epic biblical storm, but
the rain soon eased off and the lakes on the outfield dried up. There
were mutterings about uncovered pitches taking spin, but the concrete
strip turned out not to have been too softened in the downpour, and
soon the Baabaa openers were striding out to set up camp on it.