I found em
Lots of em.
Aussies, Kiwis and Saffas.
Probably a Zimbo or two as well.
They are all hanging out at the only indoor cricket centre in London, in the oddly named Canary Wharf.
Apparently owned by a South African, and certainly inhabited by enough antipodes to run half the bars in London, this is like an antipodean oasis.
Indoor cricket is a fairly well played sport in those countries, but over here, with only one place to play in London, it’s hard to play a game with more than a handful of English accents involved.
I have been adopted by one of the few English teams, but also have had overtures from Kiwis and Saffas.
Allrounders are always popular in Indoor cricket.
The place is like a big back packers place, where people play sport.
The downstairs bar couldn’t be the bar in any hostel in the world.
There is some sort of bus you can drink on.
And most importantly enough crappy sports memorabilia to have you staring at crap for hours.
I have played in 3 indoor cricket places in Melbourne, all run by Mike Haysman’s Action indoor sports, all life less, boring, bland places.
This is the opposite.
This place has personality, it feels beer stained, and the courts are all slightly different from each other.
Sure you get a lot of yobbo fuckwits there, but put a lot of men together playing sport with a bar included and fuckwits will flock.
The other day a fucktard (kiwi) almost spilled half a jug of beer on me, as he walked barefoot and bare chested around the centre.
It felt like home.
Ofcourse at a indoor centre in Melbourne you can’t take the beer an inch outside the bar, and no one would be allowed to walk around barefoot.
It took London to encourage that.
That is a rarity ofcourse, most of the guys I have played with are pretty good blokes, and the Poms are funny, everytime i mention that we have dozens of indoor centres back home they always say the same thing.
No wonder we aren’t any good.
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