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Grandad's Old Bat: Tales from the Village Green, #5
Grandad's Old Bat: Tales from the Village Green, #5
Grandad's Old Bat: Tales from the Village Green, #5
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Kenny is looking forward to trying out for his school team. What he's not looking forward to is using his grandad's tatty old bat. Used during his grandad's only first class century, Kenny isn't convinced that the bat causes special things to happen...

Grandad’s Old Bat is a story about village cricket. As a result it’s packed full of cricket terminology. If you don’t know much about cricket then this story might not be for you. However, if you enjoy tales of simple heroism, you may find it worth a read.
 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherChris Ward
Release dateApr 8, 2014
ISBN9781498955126
Grandad's Old Bat: Tales from the Village Green, #5
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Michael White

Michael White is a pen name of Chris Ward, the acclaimed author of The Tube Riders science fiction trilogy. One of Chris's great loves as a schoolboy was village cricket, and he is currently the manager and specialist number nine batsman for the cricket club in Nagano, Japan, where he currently lives, a club which, at the time of writing, had approximately seven players.

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    Grandad's Old Bat - Michael White

    Tales from the Village Green #5:

    Grandad’s Old Bat

    Michael White

    Copyright Information

    Tales from the Village Green #5: Grandad’s Old Bat

    Copyright © Michael White 2014

    This story is a work of fiction and is a product of the author’s imagination.

    All resemblances to actual locations or to persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

    Copyright © Michael White 2014

    Cover image purchased from pond5.com 2013

    Cover design Copyright © Michael White 2014

    Also by Michael White

    (collected stories #1 – #5)

    Tales From the Village Green Collect Tales Volume 1

    (short stories)

    Never Give Up (Tales #1)

    The Substitute (Tales #2)

    The Twelfth Man (Tales #3)

    Searching for W.G. (Tales #4)

    Grandad’s Old Bat (Tales #5)

    The Partnership (Tales #6)

    Grandad’s Old Bat

    Tales from the Village Green #5

    Michael White

    Kenny is looking forward to trying out for his school team. What he's not looking forward to is using his grandad's tatty old bat. Used during his grandad's only first class century, Kenny isn't convinced that the bat causes special things to happen...

    Grandad’s Old Bat is a story about village cricket. As a result it’s packed full of cricket terminology. If you don’t know much about cricket then this story might not be for you. However, if you enjoy tales of simple heroism, you may find it worth a read.

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    Grandad’s Old Bat

    Kenny held Father’s hand as Grandad’s casket was lowered into the ground. Father gave Kenny’s hand a squeeze, and itched his chin with the other hand. Kenny glanced up, but Father’s eyes were looking straight ahead.

    ‘Sorry about Grandad, Father,’ Kenny muttered.

    Father sniffed. ‘Ah, he had a good innings, lad. Eighty-one is more than most guys get, although I know he would have liked to make it to the ton.’ Dad chuckled. ‘He didn’t get a lot of those.’

    Kenny knew a little about Grandad’s first class record. He’d played most of his cricket in the fifties and early sixties, and was a bit of a journeyman who had played for five or six different counties over a patchy, barely remembered career.

    As the funeral concluded, Kenny’s mother and sister, Penny, standing on the other side of Father, came over. ‘Well, sad to see the old guy go,’ Mother said. ‘I guess that’s life, isn’t it?’

    ‘I was just saying the same thing to Kenny,’ Father said. ‘Perhaps one day him and Penny will be standing here with their children, watching one of us get lowered into the ground.’

    Mother smiled. ‘I hope it’s not for a long time yet.’

    They headed for the car park. There was a brief wake at the village hall where Kenny filled himself up with profiteroles and lumps of cheese and pineapple on sticks, then they headed for home. Kenny was tired, but also a little nervous. Summer term back at Fallchurch Secondary School started on the following Monday, and Kenny was planning to do something he’d been looking forward to all year – trying out for the cricket team.

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