Eight weeks since soccer season finished up means: cricket time!
Cricket is not the sport of the new Australian baby boom. The local soccer club had two U7 teams just from V’s school alone, and had something like twenty U7 teams altogether. Next year it will compete in ten distinct U8 skill divisions against similarly massive nearby clubs. The cricket club is fielding a perfectly respectable three U8 teams in total; V’s team comprises eight children from eight different schools. This means that cricket is not run like a machine the way the soccer needs to be, and we got the date of the first game two weeks out, the draw two days out, and uniforms on the day of the first match.
At this age, they don’t get dismissed. If they get out, the batters just swap ends. (In U9s, the fielding side would also get four runs per dismissal.) They face an exactly equal number of deliveries (13 balls, oddly), and rotate the entire field around one fielding position once an over. So while it’s all good for the children’s well-roundedness, the umpiring seems to be a real pain.
V’s enjoyed meeting all the new kids at training and their first game. Unlike in his soccer team, V does not really stand out as a cricketer, which is fine. (However, given the comparative unpopularity of the sport, probably every single kid on that team really wants to be there.) He needs to work on having a legal bowling motion some time or other. He’s an attentive fielder and he’s breathtakingly decisive and clear about signalling to his partner whether or not he intends to run, that one he has all sorted out.