Even acknowledging the value of FB's wicket, this celebration seemed disproportionate. More correctly , even acknowledging the complete lack of value in FB's wicket, this celebration seemed particularly disproportionate.
|Whirling Dervish XI celebrate the dismissal of opposing skipper|
And yet this form of celebration is increasingly pervasive in the lower leagues that FB inhabits. Passing dogs run in terror at the high pitched screaming. Gibbons in the zoo reach a fervour of excitement at what seem to them endless mating calls drifting on the wind in their direction. FB is reduced yet again to wondering where the world found this handcart in which it is fast descending.
It is against this backdrop that FB presents the photograph below which was taken in the same match in which FB suffered the indignity of being whooped and hollered all the way to boundary. He commends it to the appropriate authorities for inclusion in forthcoming coaching manuals.
FB has just taken a catch off his young bowler. (For the benefit of readers who may be uncertain on this point, FB is on the left and his young bowler on the right). There is no whooping, no dervish dance. Just a nod of the head and a manly handshake. Proper cricket.