It's not about the bike ....it's about the bat....

I didn't make it out today with the warriors as I was busy on family duty which in the end turned out to be vastly more exiting than the trip round the cold and miserable forth.

The Iron son is still at school and plays for the school cricket 11. They were playing at some ridiculous time which resulted in an early start and long drive into Edinburgh. The game started in the spring sun that seemed to have avoid Fife and after 20 overs the opposition racked up a reasonable 93 runs. Not quite T 20 world cup stuff that's going on doon south but a respectable score that would have had the England batting line up challenged!

Iron son's team headed out to bat. The wickets started tumbling 3 for 3 - a bad start. The wickets continued to tumble, 17 for 7 - a really bad start. Iron son is a bowler, he keeps a good line and length and is keeps the opposition batsmen on there toes and he can bat a bit as well.

Out to the crease batting number 9, hardly a ball faced and the score was 20 for 8 wickets. Realising the game was disappearing away from them faster than Andrew Symonds jumping on a plane back to Australia after a few beers without team orders, he thought 'have a go'. After the he hit his first 4, a wag from the opposition shouted 'that will be your last' - it wasn't. Steeled by the opposition sledging he knocked another 4, then a 6 and then another 4. The runs started flowing from both ends of the wicket as the game turned on it's head. He was eventually out for a glorious 29 that steadied the ship. That left the last pair at the crease - the opposition quite shocked by the onslaught were bowling all over the place, a memorable chuck for 5 runs thrown in and with a tremendous thump the ball was smashed over the boundary for a superb win.

The freedom with which they played was a lesson not to go in and give up when things are not going your way but to stick in and fight back.

Nothing to do with biking, training but a nice sports story which made my day. I'm going to remember this when I labouring up the hills in South Africa. Never give up!

Also I'm one proud dad and I know the iron son will hold his head high in school on Monday!

Back on the bike tomorrow - here's hoping it warms up!!