The challenge is to get Sussex promoted after five seasons languishing in the second tier. There was money to play with but my acquisitions have plunged us into the red. Against Leicestershire we have, really for the first, put a performance together. The rise of Sussex looks set.
Day three: Sussex’s first innings
Claydon goes for nothing and we’re 212-9. It’s all coming down to Will Beer. At the other end Brown keeps blazing – and survives a dreadful caught and bowled chance, which is dropped embarrassingly badly. “Get it up ye!” I shout from the pavilion steps.
Brown gets his 50 with a cheekily taken single. His 50 from 83 balls has been the glinting speck in the turd of our batting.
Beer eventually gets caught on the crease for 32 and we are all out for 277. However, they’ve done really well to “only” be 29 behind the follow on.
My turn, after Leicestershire last week, to be asked in the most shit-eating terms, to have another go.
This. This is what hubris looks like.
Five players – three ducks and two with scores of three – are going to need to step the fuck up this time around. If they want a future at this club.
Lunch on day 3. If we can bat out the day and into day 4 we may have a chance of seeing this out.
It’s a big “if”. I give them the big ‘un- “Responsibility”. Time. Ignore scoreboard pressure. Take your time.
At 11-0, Wells gets caught leg before by Timm van der Gugten for 3.
11-1 for does not inspire much confidence.
It is fair to say that Salt is not really heeding my advice here. His 50 comes off 38 balls.
At the other end, van Zyl is playing a responsible innings of 26 off 71 balls. He hits a speculative shot towards mid on and is caught by a diving catch by Root off de Lange. 87-2.
Salt shows great composure to… oh no, wait. No. He doesn’t do that does he? He does the opposite.
Salt decides to see what being summoned in on a weekend to run until every one of the squad vomits looks like, by getting out lbw to Smith for 62. 99-3.
At tea, Head is on 23 and Munsey 30. We are 147-3 and 31 behind Glamorgan’s first innings total.
Second ball after tea, Munsey loses his off peg to van der Gugten.
Head makes 50 and Bopara looks like that kick in the sack I threatened him with has done the trick.
His 50 is achieved with a swift single that brings Head on strike. He’s out next ball for 61. We are 239-5, a paltry lead of 61, and I am incandescent.
Brown, the hero of the first innings melee, plays a terrible defensive prod and is caught at gully at 18:03 for 0. 241-6.
To improve my mood, Wiese then flaps one to second slip for 5. 246-7.
We are in danger of going out of this County Championship promotion race with a whimper. Sheffield gets bowled for 2, 248-8.
This is a catastrophe.
End of day 3