The air felt heavy. Not only from the humidity of a warm overcast day, but the expectation of the outcome of the final game of this season - winning the league outright lay within reach!
Sudhir took to the field with the opposing captain, as Graham was otherwise diverted by a persistent alarm in the Soul pavilion that refused to relinquish its ringing.
The overwhelming preference of the senior players was to field first as it was a potential swinging paradise (not some 70s revival band). But the decision was taken from us, and we were put into bat.