We pick up the action near the end with The Almighty Quinn smoting the cream of the opposition attack to all corners of the square!!!
Quinn proving he's not all wanton aggression as he displays the gamut of his repertoire.
Bonfire now and still no way through for FVCC. That's Arthur's Seat in the background. Was once three times the height it is now doncha know!!!
Meanwhile, the excitement beyond the rope is palpable. (rough order; Roshan, Bates, McGill, Michelle, E.C., Flynn, Maddog, Cydzk, CJE, Pope.)
Have some of that!!! A rare opportunity with the plank allows Bonfire to seal cup glory and spark scenes of unbridled joy down Arboretum way.
Trewartha masks his disappointment at missing out on another ton with the knowledge there's one more winners medal for the old trophy cabinet. Can't be far behind McGill now.
Cricket, the gentleman's game. No matter what happens on the field, win, lose, draw or abandoned, it's always handshakes and pleasantries as the teams leave the field!!!
Retro Skipper Dougie Russell accepts the trophy. That's not applause you can see, it was just so cold all the players were chittering uncontrollably.
Boring. Yadda yadda, something about the hosts, the oppo, the English and Bannockburn.
A fearsome mob, can this really be the greatest team in the clubs proud history?
Back Row: Fraser (crocked), Quinn, Mahzer, Roshan, Pope (wk), Cydzik, Bates, Ellis
Front Row: Trewartha, E.C. Smith, D Russell (c), Bonfield.
The Cup safely in the grasp of Cross Cup Final veteran and Man of the Match, Mr Shannon Bonfield.
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