It was a bit tense in our household at the weekend. England were playing New Zealand in the World Cup final of the cricket.
The first time my husband and I watched sport together was, probably unsurprisingly, a rugby match. While we started sitting together in the middle of the sofa, within seven minutes we had migrated to opposite ends.
This time we were prepared and staked our claims. However, there was a major tactical error. We had not made our children watch some of the earlier games so the storm of questions commenced…
What’s an over?
What’s bowling?
Why are there six balls in an over?Who is the wicket keeper?
What’s a duck? Is that the same as a golden duck?
Is a four better than one run? (patience hanging on by a thread with this one…)
Can I have a hug?
That one was as England needed two runs off the last ball. So, it was not an ideal time. Sudden uncontrolled movements can lead to injuries...
For all that, the kids got caught up in the drama. Along with the millions of other people who didn’t know cricket could be so exciting!
To the extent that my son was devastated when he realised England had won on a technicality (bless him for not claiming his English half at that point).
But (to misquote a quote I now can’t find) cricket was the winner on the day…

Incredible match..wish I’d seen the family dynamic play out!
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Distance was probably safest!
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