The sweet spot

Evening all

A great night at Headingley.

Beneath the dissonant cries of" Yarkshar, Yarkshar" in their ridiculous faux Viking twang

two lonely Lancastrian stalwarts, resplendent in their raincoats braved the wrath of the fabled Western Terrace by mildly whooping and clapping out of time with the massed ranks of Yorkie sheep botherers.

We thought we'd win, we thought we'd lose, last ball, it's a six, it's a catch, foot in, foot out

no one knew for a moment, but then we all did,.

Ho ho ho ...and now for the exit strategy

Night all

Duckworth Lewis method