If it wasn't already clear, these blog posts are primarily for and about the loyal followers of Kilmington and Stourton First XI and their enigmatic, much loved and all powerful leader....me. In the course of the these reports, we must also refer to other players and officials from around the world famous Somerset Cricket League. Hopefully, we do not cause offence and you will be able to take any appearances in this fine journal with tongue in cheek and embrace it as the launching pad to international fame and fortune that is most surely is.
This blog has started from the match reports sent around within the club for the 2010 season and, if my previous record on keeping things like this going is any form guide, might even contain one or two reports from 2011 before I pack it all in and turn on Sky Sports.
About Me....
Great men often arise from humble beginnings. In my own case, that could not be further from the truth.
It was clear that I was destined for greatness from the beginning. Having commanded the North Vietnamese invasion of Saigon from the womb, I moved swiftly into politics, being made Governor General of Fiji before uncovering my royal roots and becoming Prince Harness III of Liechtenstein, all before the age of 5.
The move into royalty saw a relatively quite time in my life, where I became a fighter test pilot, lion tamer and part time greengrocer. However, by 7 it was clear that I needed a greater challenge. I travelled the world, honing my technical skills in a variety of areas so that I might better understand the people I knew I would have to lead in the future.
I learned to make origami steam engines, became the first person to solve a rubics cube without actually touching it, built and then destroyed my own cyborg army and mastered the art of operating a toothpaste tube after drinking a dozen Mojitos. Eventually, however, I could contain my phenomenal leadership skills no longer.
While sitting in my palace, high in the mountains of my principality, a missive from the mysterious depths of Somerset arrived, disturbing me from putting the last licks of red paint on my fully functional cold fusion reactor prototype. This letter begged me to come to the small village of Kilmington, for there were a group of cricketers there who were ready to conquer the summit of world cricket, if only they could find a man to lead them there.
And here I am.....
