Daft cricket. They slog your good balls and get out to your bad ones. ~ Matthew HoggardThe lad has been in the wars. Mothers of sons experience these heart plummeting, gut wrenching, stomach, plunging moments far more often than other mothers; that moment when the boy walks through the door with one side of his face swelling, a black eye gloriously rainbow coloured already, egg sized lumps protruding through the hair & a limb hanging at a strange angle or, in Dino's case, craddled protectively. And they call cricket a *gentleman's game*!
One ball to the elbow [not broken, thankfully] two to the head. Um....You'd think he'd give it away, wouldn't you, but no.
Marlow decided he needed a guardian angel just to eat his breakfast.