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Oxford Tour: OUCCC v Erratics Cricket Club Erratics on Fri 05 Sep 2025 at 2.00pm
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Match report Oxford Tour 2025: reporters: Mark Phillips; Jonathan Kirby; Phil Power; Ed: Chris Cook.

There have been occasional reports on individual games from previous Oxford tours, but never a report on the whole experience, in perhaps too diligent an adherence to the well-worn maxim (in sporting circles anyway) “what goes on tour stays on tour”. So, after five years of Erratics visiting Warborough at the invitation Mark Searle, erstwhile Erratic and generous host, it seems timely to permit other members of the club some insight into our mysterious annual ritual, albeit insight made in strict accordance with restrictions imposed on me by the South Oxfordshire Constabulary. Accounts within the report are based on fact, but may have been adapted for the purposes of prudence, cowardice or deception.

Unusually, the report begins with the tour manager (your correspondent) gallivanting in Liverpool, and set to miss the opening encounter, a Thursday evening T20 at neighbouring village Dorchester, where Krups is set to make a guest appearance (from his new Oxford address). The weather in the ‘Pool was sunny and dry, but around 3pm a video came through from Adrian, the Dorchester captain, showing torrential rain, and of puddles forming on the wicket. Game OFF! Sorry Krups. Too late also for several enthusiastic Erratics, already en route, and so an evening meal is hastily convened at the Six Bells in Warborough, an ancient hostelry nestled snugly between Church, Manor House, and cricket pavilion, a quintessentially English aspect (complete with visiting troubadour of mellifluous voice) which recommended it to the producers of the Midsomer Murder detective series, in which it featured in episodes such as ‘Bad Tidings’ and ‘Left for Dead’.

Due to the quantity of rain in previous days, Friday’s game against Oxford University Club Cricket Club was doubtful, but as I boarded the early express out of Lime Street, Bharat, their implacable skipper, was upbeat on the prospect of play (at Marston ground, home of the University second XI) ‘though the outfield will be long” (he wasn’t kidding… all afternoon a well-struck shot along the ground would be worth just one run).

On arrival, (Peter picked me up at the station) I discovered that Captain Anuj had managed to negotiate a timed game (remarkably) with Erratics in the field and Bharat pressing for a prompt start. The problem was that both Phil and Mark P. had gone astray somewhere in greater Oxford, and furthermore, Phil was ferrying my kit from Devon, meaning we had effectively 8 players (even after I’d borrowed Perkin’s spare flannels, as they were too tight to run in). Eventually the two stragglers arrived, Mark last by some margin, though he omits to mention this in his match report, as follows:

Erratics CC versus OUCCC: Friday 5 September 2025: by (not ‘captain’) Mark Phillips

This was not a match which would have easily kept the attention of spectators, unless you were interested in watching the opposition hitting a large number of sixes and relentlessly accumulating a high score. Putting this another way, it unfortunately seemed to lack sparkle or any anticipation of an exciting and close finish. But it was a notable match for Erratics and their followers (there weren’t many!) because it included two or three remarkable incidents and achievements.

We were captained by Anuj Tiwari, who had one or two unexpected and unusual duties to perform, which he carried out stylishly.

OUCCC batted first, steadily replacing one 50+ scoring batsman, two of whom were retirees, with another three until they reached a total of 272 for 3 at tea-time. This was a timed game and so this was effectively their declaration. Our bowlers toiled throughout to reduce the damage but this seemed a forlorn task. Only Fraser Chave with one wicket and Mark Hailwood with two achieved any penetration, Mark professing that being hit all over the ground did not ruffle his equanimity as long as wickets came along and thanks to his perseverance, they did.

After tea, Erratics began their endeavour to match the total, but with only 1 hour plus 20 overs to achieve this, it seemed a tall order, despite a strong opening partnership by Duncan Chave and Lee Grant. After Duncan was bowled Fraser continued to provide steady progress with Lee, but after a little over an hour’s play, a win began to look less and less possible. One of our best hopes, of course, was that with Lee well established, there might be an acceleration of our scoring rate. However, we saw something that we may not have seen before and that was a Lee playing more defensive strokes than is his usual wont. Maybe this was occasioned by his awareness of the necessity to play for a draw rather than to go all out for a possible win*. The watching Erratics on the boundary began to become restless at this apparent surrender. Anuj, in the first of his well-judged pieces of captaincy, marched out to the wicket in between overs to authorised Lee to to resume his normal style, whereupon Lee quickly reached his century and retired!

The next call upon Anuj’s captaincy skills followed immediately after Lee’s retiral. Next batsman due in at No.5 was Anuj. Now, something that Anuj was very conscious of was that this was Jonathan’s 600th match for the Erratics. Anuj was anxious that as we had nearly run out of overs and needing a rate per over now making a win impossible, there was a risk that, if Jonathan didn’t go in at No.5 instead of himself, he might end up not getting a bat in this momentous, for him, match. So Anuj asked Jonathan to go in at No. 5. However, Jonathan would have none of this, urging Anuj to keep to the intended batting order to give us a good chance of continuing the scoring rate of the latter part of Lee’s innings. There followed a verbal ‘debate’ between the two of them, Anuj insisting and Jonathan refusing. Eventually, the verbal debate was replaced by Anuj doing some friendly pushing and persuading and it looked like Jonathan was going to be frog-marched onto the pitch. Anuj finally relented and took himself onto the pitch, but he had a ruse up his sleeve. He faced one or two balls and scored 2 runs. Then he waited for a ball that was definitely going to hit the stumps and lifted his bat out of the way. This was an inspired version of falling on one’s sword. So Anuj had secured a vacancy for Jonathan; after this he had no option but to take up his innings.

The final stage in this cameo was notable. Jonathan batted solidly with his partner Chris Cook and our score edged up, but with almost no overs left and no hope of beating the opposition’s score, we hoped at least to achieve the respectable total of 200. Jonathan did us proud. On almost, if not the last ball, and with the score on 198, he hit the two that we needed. That was the best moment of the match.

* or his awareness of an annoying player in the opposition who he wanted to annoy in return (Ed)

Thank you Mark.

Mark diplomatically makes only briefest mention of ‘tea’, for which players were afforded a choice between breakfast cereal and pot noodle, both in handy individual portions. It turned out that this was the remnants of the rain-affected OUCCC tour to Devon a week earlier, though thankfully the cereal was still crunchy (I’d missed breakfast to make the train). There was at least plenty of fruit.

Once the game was concluded, Erratics, having resolved to partake of a team curry at Majliss on the Cowley Road, headed first to the Up in Arms (appropriately named on this occasion) to compare notes and insults with the opposition, but that only captain Bharat turned up was a reflection of the tensions exposed during the game. (My own version of events was that OUCCC had underestimated the value of 272 on such a lush outfield - all their players naturally try to hit sixes, as is the subcontinental way, an appropriate tactic in the circumstances, but one that might have led to an early declaration, compelling the Erratics to follow suit…).

The team curry was a delicious and high-spirited event, with Colclough and yours truly both the last to arrive (severe parking issues) and first to depart (call of Brakspear at the Bells) in order to keep the pub open for several late drinkers. For accommodation, the squad was scattered about the locality in B&Bs, camper vans, the odd hotel, and five of us in the house of Mark and Beverly, whose generous loan of their property for erratic purposes whilst they were at a family wedding in Argentina displayed trust of dumbfounding proportion.

Saturday breakfast was taken by most at the Waterfront café, overlooking the Thames, running softly, whilst the tour manager concocted a bijou tea for the afternoon, to consist of a cup of char, one cheese and tomato sandwich, one Samosa, one slice of cake, one Garibaldi biscuit and eight crisps. It was better than last year.

The game against Mandarins has always been competitive and good fun, and usually a close finish is in the offing. The Warborough pitch was unusually green, but nevertheless in fine condition, with a tightly cropped outfield. In charge for the day was Jonathan Kirby, whose inimitable captaincy style would be on display for the occasion.

Erratics would bat first in a timed game on a mild afternoon, the innings opened by Perkins and Wright, and whilst John stuck around and made the most of a few loose deliveries, the top order soon began to crumble under the accurate scrutiny of Rob Eastaway at one end, and Kishan from the other. Within half an hour, we were in serious trouble at 45 for five, compounded by a defecting (not defective) Jim Thomson tempting Perkins into a swish and an edge. Meanwhile, Martin Hurst was causing all sorts of problems from the Manor house end with his fizzy wrist spin, and it would take a dogged innings from your correspondent (as specifically ordered by the captain) and a more characteristic one from Anuj, to restore a little respectability to the scoreline, although our total of 140 looked a bit short even on a sporty wicket.

There was mild disagreement as to how long bijou tea should last, when the restart should be, and how long should be played until 20 overs, and this mild confusion continued onto the pitch, exacerbated by Erratics having 12 men playing, and the skipper insisting on a constant 10-minute fielder rotation. Mark H. opened up from one end and immediately made his displeasure with the slippery new ball known, which, in highly uncharacteristic manner, he was busy spraying in fulsome wides on both sides of the wicket, perplexed as to what was going on. At the other end teetotal Anuj bowled tightly and was rewarded with the scalps of both opening batsmen.

Like many Mandarins games before, this one went down to the wire. Wickets fell steadily, but two resistant innings from Kishan and Paul Mills brought to Mandarins a citrusy scent of victory. Then, oddly coinciding with captain JK’s insistence on his self-rotation/removal from the field, a clatter of wickets brought the game back into the balance, with all results possible. The precious wicked of Paul (caught by Matt using his new juggling technique at Long Off) brought another defector (and Mandarin OB) Duncan, to the crease, and when he was joined by Hurst at number 11, Dunc’s demeanour (with his son bowling) demonstrated that Mandarins might be happy with a draw after all, despite only a few runs required. His issue would be to farm the strike. JK brought back Hailwood, who showed no scarring from his earlier spell, bowling a tidy, tempting line which induced Martin into a swish that floated agonisingly past slip, whereupon he ran a quick single, perhaps not realising it was the sixth ball. This put him on strike for the final over, bowled by Fraser, whose first delivery was fast and straight and true to middle stump. Erratic victory! - with Fraser (who else?) later pointing out it was the first time in 12 games on the Warborough pitch that any side batting second has been bowled out, a notable achievement by Captain Kirby and his mercurial marshalling of the attack. His reflections on the art of such captaincy are captured here:

Captain’s Log, Erratidate 20250906, Fixture 59, Mandarins at Warborough: Jonathan Kirby

As Richie Benaud said, “captaincy is 90 per cent luck and 10 per cent skill”. True. Whatever you plan, you never know what’s going to work (eg who’s going to take a wicket), and sometimes the things you are sure will work manage to fail spectacularly (eg the batter who’s going to anchor the innings).

Trust your feelings, captain. May the Force be with you. And try the following…

Give everyone a game. Remember that your game is the captaincy, so you don’t need to bat or bowl. Give batting opportunities to those who don’t usually get them, and especially to those who endured rather than enjoyed the game the day before. Cynics will say that this approach to a batting order will lead to “unpropitious beginnings”. It did on this day, but that’s not the point. Everyone had a chance, even if not everyone was able to take full advantage of it. We still managed to post a total that was competitive. We might still lose, because we certainly gave the Mandarins an opportunity to win. Hooray for a friendly but genuinely competitive game!

Rotate your bowlers rapidly. Seasoned captains often seem to start with their “best” bowlers, giving the opening pair at least half a dozen overs each. Boring! If the opening batters settle, they won’t be removed by the opening bowlers, so unsettle them with unexpected and early bowling changes. After all, any of your bowlers can be your “best” bowlers in a given situation. (Peter Colclough had got a five-for 3 weeks prior to this game.) Frequent changes of bowler also mean changes of field placements, so nobody gets the chance to grow roots, or to “do a Weiler” and have an extended conversation with the square-leg umpire.

When you have 12 players, and only 11 are allowed on the field, don’t give extended pavilion breaks to those who might want a cup of tea. Sure, rotations every 5 overs can be confusing, especially on top of frequent bowling changes. Some of your players might give muddled, but you’ve got this! And you always remember the 10%. So, when of your rested players retakes the field and tells Matt Crawford he’s next, you intervene and designate instead one of the vast majority of those not as fleet of foot or fast of arm as Matt. After all, you’re not defending an OUCCC-size total, and Matt is more or less irreplaceable in the field.

And don’t forget to rotate yourself to that off-field position. The side can uphold the spirit of Erraticism without you, and the puzzlement that descends on the field as you remove yourself at the death might affect the batters as well as the fielders. Which it did. In the event, you didn’t know that one of your fielders would then be crocked, and you’d be back in charge on the field very quickly.

Even at the death, remain unpredictable. Make the unexpected bowling change. A bowler can’t take wickets if they’re not bowling. “There’s a fine line between stupid and clever” (Spinal Tap) and there’s a fine line between winning and losing, but if you Do the Right Thing, you can console yourself with the success of that, even if the defence of your total proves to be a failure.

So, when the nick off the final batter off the final ball of the penultimate over is not taken, do not despair. It’s still been a great game, enjoyed by everyone who took part.

And then the final wicket falls in the final over! Yes, it’s great to play a game in which all results are possible in the final over. But winning does add that little bit extra.

“Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh…”*

And we did. We celebrated a great game of friendly cricket, in the pub, alongside our friendly and sporting opponents, the Mandarins.

* King Crimson, “In the Court of the Crimson King”

Thank you Jonathan. Bravo. (Court of the Pinky-Blue King, surely?)


After much diligent packing away and cleaning (fearing the wrath of Colin), both teams repaired to the pub to dine together, and once Mandarins had left, Erratics slid into their well-lubricated sweet spot of quiz games, (Fraser) mad games (word disassociation), reminiscence, cool bants and general hilarity. What was to follow, however, was perhaps beyond expectation, a fantasy triggered by a hypothetical Midsomer murder, and the question of which Erratics might become suspects, with almost everyone in the room eventually incriminating themselves. Yet, as the means of the hypothetical murder had been established as a beheading, all these erratic suspects were upstaged by the appearance of landlord Henry, who had caught snippets of the conversation and allowed his curiosity to get the better of him. Henry's past life as a professional mediaeval knight soon came to light, along with his admission that about 30 swords were stashed in the loft….

All that was to be done after the midnight hour was for a hardy gang to return to Mark and Bev’s place to unpack the mystery into further absurdity, a task encouraged by consumption of several fine wines as selected by père Colclough. Now, as Peter will attest, the key to unlocking a fine wine is often hidden in plain sight, and here subtle notes of slow roast coffee were delicately underscored by just a hint of incompetence. The night continued much too long in considerations of temps perdu, murder mysteries, and hopes that any hypothetical victim would appear unharmed, pitch side, the following afternoon.

Sunday

Sunday morning, the day of our tour showcase fixture, v Warborough, for the Steve Berry trophy, shone brightly on various degrees of sleep deprivation and pain.

Before the meal the previous evening, I had attempted to finalise the team for this prestigious match. We had only 9 overtly willing players, but a number of previously declared ‘possibles’. To systematise this task I asked each in turn to rate his enthusiasm as numerical score, with 10 being most enthusiastic, 1 the least, which I dutifully recorded on my spreadsheet (napkin):

Mark Phillips, (somewhat reluctant, but persuadable) offered ‘seven’,
Mark Hailwood, ‘one’,
Jim Thomson ‘minus one’,
Martin Weiler - unavailable on the phone,
Jonathan Kirby: ‘one’,
Matt Crawford - ‘zero’.

Mark Phillips thus became our number 10, and booked another night at his hotel, but we had as yet no number 11. By dawn, perhaps fearing investigation, Jonathan had fled the scene and was half-way to Exeter, whilst Matt had booked luncheon with his father, and our president had ruled out his intimated detour via Oxford. Worst hit by the previous evening’s revelry was Mark H. who, according Annie "didn't know what to do with himself”and certainly did not eat breakfast at the ‘wasp café’, (with attendant llamas - or alpaca, who knows…). Jim (enthusiasm score: minus one) was early into the Six Bells had already tucked into a few Brakspears, contemplating a semi-comatose day of scoring ahead. Yet, at last ditch, it was he who magnanimously agreed to play until teatime, (at which point the hope was Matt would be back from his paternal lunch). But Jim’s kitbag was locked in Mark’s car, and by then he had retired to his bed - or at least someone else’s - (empty) which thus forced Jim onto the field in a headscarf, ill-fitting shirt, grubby shorts and bare feet. Thank goodness Colin wasn't officiating. (Where was Colin?)

As all must know by now, the Steve Berry trophy match is held in Warborough at the invitation of Mark Searle, who for many years opened the bowling with Steve in the late 80s and early 90s, when the two developed a mutual respect and fondness for each other’s idiosyncrasies (what idiosyncrasies? I can hear Steve retort). The trophy prize based on Steve’s resemblance to Cristo Redentor in Rio whilst umpiring was fashioned from a single piece of wood by Sam Cook. Today's captain was Phil Power, another great friend of Steve’s, and Phil’s captaincy style for the day would align with Jonathan’s ethos (and Steve’s regular example) by largely eschewing participation, sticking to tight fields and bowling plans, and thereby giving him time to draft highfalutin cricketing theories:

Warborough vs Erratics, Sunday 7 September 2025: Phil “the power” Power
Cricket as Conversation:

As I pondered Chris Cook’s request to write a few paragraphs on the game, - an important one, as it is the Steve Berry Trophy we play for - I imagined the conversations that would have been struck up with Steve around it. I was taken by the idea that the charm of village cricket lies not just in spectacle but in conversation – between bat and ball, between styles, and often, between ideals. On a damp pitch, we probably had the better local knowledge as we had played on the same square the day before. It was fortuitous that we won the toss and bowled first. No Steve Berry, but we had two contrasting opening swing bowlers, Lee Grant and Anuj Tiwari, who both had long spells against a strong opening Warborough partnership and for the early overs, they played like a side happily suspended between eras. Jamie Firth, young and aggressive with excellent timing, set the tone with a brisk 31 from 25 balls – an innings more modern in tempo than in temperament. His was a fluent essay, answered in turn by Adrian Zagoritis' (“Zag”) slower, more traditional 29 – a batsman measuring the game to his own beat.

How would we fashion a wicket? Jamie’s exuberance proved his downfall, taking on Anuj’s arm on his attempt at another run (I wondered at the conversation Jamie and Adrian would have later). Enter stage left, Tom Osborne. We haven’t been very successful with his wicket in the past. Now, I have seen Anuj take a lot of wickets, and he enjoys these moments, but maybe not as much as on this occasion. Lee then stepped up next, having Adrian caught. Lee and Anuj completed their spells with the same figures, 9-2-1-40. But just as Warborough threatened to compose something significant, particularly with Ben Hughes moving through the gears, the Erratics intervened – not with thunderous aggression, but with quietly intelligent cricket. Fraser Chave’s bowling figures (9–1–35–4) speak of craft and control. He found support in Chris Cook, whose 3 for 18 was as much about patience as precision. Between them, they dismantled Warborough’s middle and lower order. Two different bowling conversations, but another strong Erratics partnership. 140 all out in 35.1 overs felt neither insufficient nor secure – a total suspended in ambiguity, awaiting context, also remarkably similar to the total against the Mandarins the day before.

(1) (see notes)

The Erratics’ reply mirrored the innings we had just witnessed – uncertain to begin with, and later resolved by experience and calm heads. The top order stuttered. Duncan Chave played his way to 12 before falling to Shields. Martin Wright's lbw for 1 looked like a man caught between instincts – a shot not quite played, a ball not quite left.

Enter Jon Perkin and Fraser Chave – two batsmen with contrasting aesthetics but shared resolve. Jon’s 24 from 61 balls was an innings of stoic resistance, occasionally beautiful in its understatement. Fraser, by contrast, played with flair – 28 from 43, on his way to 7000 runs for the Erratics, but was bowled by Zagoritis just as he looked set to settle the matter. Peter found himself run out going for a quick single. I understand that in early Erratics days, he would often be seen running quick singles in Chris Cook partnerships! The late-order finish was, fittingly, a collaborative act. Chris Cook, serene and methodical, anchored the final phase with 22*, while Anuj Tiwari – all clean lines and uncluttered aggression – struck a vital 21* off just 14 balls to carry the Erratics over the line. Cricket, after all, is often decided not by grand statements but by small acts, performed well.

Jacob Williams (9–3–15–1), bowled beautifully for Warborough. Warborough will remain a force as their youth system is producing some good cricketers for them. In this game of margins, 28 extras proved important as Jon Perkin, keeper on the day, gave away none. Erratics Cricket Club emerged as the more articulate of the two sides in this dialogue, winning by five wickets with overs to spare. Yet the real fascination lay not in the result, but in how the game unfolded – rhythmically, patiently, like a good story resisting the temptation to rush its ending.

This was a match that rewarded nuance. It is easy in friendly cricket to see batting as dominance and bowling as destruction. But here, the Erratics won through subtlety – both in their bowling, which asked quiet questions, and in their batting, which gave patient answers. Fraser Chave’s double of 4 wickets and 28 runs was the headline performance, but it was Chris Cook – wickets, and a not out – who embodied the Erratics’ steady pulse.

Thank you once again to Dave Berry, Steve’s brother, for coming and awarding the Steve Berry trophy to the Erratics, so we ‘keep’ it for another year.(2)

There is an old line that cricket is played best by those who understand it least as a contest and most as a conversation. The Erratics spoke with clarity, listened with care, and, when the moment came, responded with winning intent. Steve Berry would have been proud to have been part of this story. I can see him wiping away the tears as we witnessed Fraser achieving his 7000 runs milestone. (3)

Editorial Notes
1. like Mark P., Phil avoids mention of tea, for which Dave Berry had timed his arrival. The sandwiches had been frozen overnight and had not thawed, so the crunchy egg and prawns took a little of the shine off the bucolic scene of camaraderie under the old oak tree.
2. In fact Phil immediately mislaid the trophy - it was later recovered by Warborough CC chairman from the pavilion.
3. and simultaneously grumbling that the game was set up against bowlers

Thank you Phil

After drinks with the opposition sitting outside the pub in the late summer evening, Erratics head for the hills of Devon, though a small part of the tour concludes as is customary, with a casual ‘stragglers supper’, a tradition instigated by Mark and Bev for those unwanted tourists left behind on a Sunday night. Tagliatelle all Genovese was served with ample wine and a tomato salad from Beverley’s allotment, and a hearty toast was made to the Argentinian revellers..

So there in a nutcase we have the 2025 Erratics tour to Oxford, in most of its glory and some of its shenanigans. That we played three games after such a deluge was remarkable, and that we were unbeaten, with two good victories, even more so. The results were no happy accident, for some excellent cricket had been played, in good spirit and with surprising intensity considering après-match diversions. A big thanks again to Mark (and Bev) for the invitation, and to everyone who came along and made it such an enjoyable few days.

I believe the facts set out in this witness statement to be true.

Chris Cook

Oxford Tour: OUCCC Batting
Player name RunsMB4s6sSR
extras
TOTAL :
4w 7b 2lb 
for 3 wickets
13
271 (39.0 overs)		     
Ayyaz Mallick ct  F Chave b M Hailwood 59 61 4 3 96.72
Manan Rathi b  M Hailwood 68 68 5 3 100
Azlan Sharif Retired Not Out  58 53 5 1 109.43
Bharat Ramanathan Retired Not Out  57 36 5 4 158.33
Manzoor Ahmad ct  C Cook b A Tiwari 9 5 2 180.0
Shubham Srivastav Not Out  2 3 66.67
Makkunda Sharma Not Out  4 8 1 50.0
Bert Odley  
Danny Dawson  
Abdullah Reza  
David Brook  

Erratics Cricket Club Erratics Bowling

Player NameOversMaidensRunsWicketsAverageEconomy
Lee Grant8.003900.004.88
Anuj Tiwari6.0024124.004.00
Mark Hailwood8.0070235.008.75
Fraser Chave7.004600.006.57
Chris Cook7.003900.005.57
Phil Power3.004400.0014.67

Erratics Cricket Club Erratics Batting
Player Name RMB4s6sSRCatchesStumpingsRun outs
extras
TOTAL :
 
for 3 wickets
0
200		        
Duncan Chave b  A Reza 31 61 3 50.82
Lee Grant Retired Not Out  101 118 15 1 85.59
Fraser Chave ct  A Reza b D Brook 27 53 2 50.94 1
Chris Cook Not Out  13 17 2 76.47 1
Anuj Tiwari b  B Odley 2 2 100
Jonathan Kirby Not Out  7 10 70.0
Mark Phillips  
Phil Power  
Peter Colclough  
Jon Perkin  
Mark Hailwood  

Oxford Tour: OUCCC Bowling

Player nameOversMaidensRunsWicketsAverageEconomy
Danny Dawson7.002600.003.71
Bert Odley8.0137137.004.62
Makkunda Sharma8.004300.005.37
Abdullah Reza4.0015115.003.75
Azlan Sharif3.00500.001.67
Shubham Srivastav4.002900.007.25
David Brook5.0118118.003.60
Manzoor Ahmad4.011700.004.25