Lavant Cricket Club

Chidham T20 part 128 The Chidham crew after scheduling 20+ fixtures, still wanted to play even more. It felt a bit like the Rocky franchise moving into the creed trilogy movies. But who doesn’t like a bit of Sly Stallone and Michael B Jordan.  With the summer of 26 that never stopped giving, the skipper was rehearsing his head and tails calling, even on the way to the Chidham home ground, in his car, towards Bosham. Luckily he called correctly…

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Lavant Vs Chidham 30th July 2026 It’s the final countdown, as ‘Europe’ very aptly described in their one hit wonder. But Lavant are definitely NOT a one hit wonder. More details to follow in the report, so read on.  At the start of the week, the anticipation for the final mid week game was rising. The skipper initially had 13 names to choose from. Finding a team for the mid week has never really been a problem…..until the dreaded school…

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The Loons were looking for the 3rd T20 win against West Ashling this year. With 2 games to go in the season, the skipper was keen to win the toss and rack up a huge total.  The opposition skipper had incorrectly called tails. Incredibly the right finger muscles in the skippers thumb, created the correct velocity to spin a heads. (maybe I should put it down to the groundsman, who had spent 13 hours previously in the morning to get…

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A Sun‑Baked Saga of Chaos, Calamity & Cricketing Brilliance The day began in classic Lavant fashion: the skipper was late for the toss due to “work engagements,” which everyone agreed was suspiciously vague. With no captain in sight, Prof — the Chidham skipper — happily chose to bat on a hard, sun‑baked pitch that looked like it had been left in an oven overnight. Lavant opened beautifully from the River End with miserly bowling. Kier set the tone with a…

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Burford Cup Final Match Report Summer was in full flow. The sun had baked L’Oval and the ground looked a picture. Circles of lush green grass encircled the square. The magnificent luminous scarecrow had kept the crows away and the ground was at its quintessential English village best. The occasion – The inaugural Burford (Not Dave) Cup final. Not a small village cup final…not a trivial affair and not something that was to be taken lightly. For some…this was their…

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A Foreword from the Club Owing to a most unfortunate back injury sustained by our beloved captain Tam (of which, more later) — leaving him quite unable to recall the finer details of the day, let alone bend to a keyboard — the committee has, at no small expense, secured the services of a one-off celebrity scribe to chronicle this week’s encounter. We are honoured to welcome the legendary JK Bowling, doyenne of racy period literature and Times bestselling author…

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The loons were looking for another win. A new fixture. A new pitch. A new opportunity. The drive way into Seaford felt like an eternity as you passed the rolling hills of Duncton. A golf course and multiple sports facilities. Entering the car park, I could see two cricket pitches. As I passed by a student (in the latest BMW) it dawned on me that this could be a daunting task.  Forever ready, the loons are always ready for a…

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