Big Game

So I'm sitting in the garden and I can hear the cries of "oooh" and "howzat?" from my local cricket club a few hundred feet away; and its a lovely evening so I think I'll go down and try some shots on the monopod with the 300mm lens. It's a bit tricky and the fielders keep getting in the way but the game is absorbing and I'm happy and loving it as only an Englishman can. Then the home side get a wicket and we're down to the tail and out comes this enormous guy with what looks like a toy cricket bat in his hand and I think "No way: he should be weightlifting or tossing the caber, they've put him in the wrong game". But he slashes and lumbers his way through the last few overs and despite call after call for lbw, catches that never were and "let's have fun with the big tail ender" he survives to the bitter end and shakes the referee's hand with a giant paw whilst wearing a friendly grin.

I've no idea what the score was.