WORST CRICKETING MOMENT

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Mine is the day when Brigg Town completed the North Lindsey League double - divisional cup and league winners in the same season, not that many years ago.
After much beer back at the Black Bull we enjoyed a bite to eat and went on to Steve Marshall's house for a bit of a party (he lives near the town centre).
It was getting light when I bade farewell to Marsh and Hayley to totter my way home through the streets, only to discover Mrs Fisher had gone home hours earlier and (not unreasonably) locked the door before retiring to sleep off a few pints of amber nectar.
Unfortunately, I had not taken my key with me and, as she was upstairs (sleeping soundly) the only option was to bed down in the shed for the remainder of the night.
BBQ charcoal made a decent pillow but, being 6ft, both feet were dangling out the shed door. And it seemed pretty chilly, despite being August.
It must have been well after 8am before a rather surprised Mrs F finally unlocked the door and the very long journey home was completed.
The league and cup double had been completed at Birch Park, Bottesford, where 'yours truly' was given the opportunity to come on and bowl at the home side's last pair to somehow secure the wicket which gained us the double.
Just as well we had plenty of runs to play with!