The Cricsim Story

Chapter 2

"He replaced you with Palmes?"

Heef Davis couldn't believe his ears. Davis was a good friend of Taylor's. Probably his best friend, which had meant that he was the first one that Ames had thought of when he had wanted to vent. They were sitting at Crawleys, a sports bar situated on the corner of Yardley and Harburn Streets.

"I couldn't care less who he replaced me for," replied Taylor. "It could have been the bloody mailman for all I care. The guy has a vendetta against me, and it pisses me off. I've had enough."

Davis stroked the rim of his whisky glass. "Yeah mate," he replied, "I get you. The guy's a snake. I don't get how the others don't see it, but it's clear as daylight to me."

Both men looked up at the TV. A wicket had just fallen in the opening Ashes Test. Australia were struggling now - 101/5. Davis had a slight smile as he looked back to Taylor, but immediately removed it as he noticed the dead-pan expression staring back.

"That should be you, bowling to Kat," said Taylor, and the steely look in his eyes immediately made Davis wish that it was him, sending the snake's stumps cartwheeling. He could do it, too. He was one of the quickest bowlers in the league, and was infamous for his outswinging yorker. It had sent many a man back to the pavillion, as well as a few left-handers to the hospital with broken toes.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Davis after a few moments, ripping Taylor back to reality from mental images of Meer Kat walking back to the pavilion, bat under arm.

"I dunno," replied Taylor. "Join another club, I guess. I just can't see myself at any of the other clubs. It wouldn't feel right."

Both men sat for a few seconds, deep in thought. Suddenly, a small smile crept onto Davis' face. "You don't have to."

Taylor stared at Davis, confused. "What do you mean? I want to play cricket. Firsts."

"You've heard about the Lions closing down, right? Issues with finance or something," asked Davis.

"Yeah. What's that got to do with anything?"

"That leaves a gap in the league. One that needs to be replaced..." Davis tailed off, winking at Taylor.

"You don't mean... Mate, how would I find the finances to start a new club?" Taylor asked, interest glimmering in his eyes.

"Don't you worry about the funds. My dad will be only too happy to bankroll it, provided he gets sufficient advertisement. I'll give him a call, but I can tell you now he'll say yes."

A smile started to spread across Taylor's face. Heef's father, Clive Davis, was one of the wealthiest businessmen in the region. And he loved cricket with a passion - this sort of thing would be right up his street.

Taylor glanced up at the TV screen. The new batsman had been squared up and smashed on the chest by a vicious bouncer. The victim stood crouched over, clutching his upper body in pain.

We're coming for you, mate, thought Taylor to himself as he watched the writhing batsman. We're coming for you.

 

Rivalry! Good writeup Prez.

 

Was a bit of a rushed chapter in terms of grammar etc as I'm off on holiday in a few minutes, but have had a quick edit now so it should hopefully be a bit more palatable now.

 

A full chapter on Heef with no mention of his evil counterpart Dave Heath? Gutted.

 

I'm mostly going to stick to those who gave a name equal or similar to their simming name tbh. Sorry TKPizzle, no Nuwan Zoysa.

 

I concur. Shock losses to happen, and Kat to have an evil laugh when t happens.

 

Skippos being named Kat explains Heef's hate IMO.