A fellow spectator tells us that hurricane Brett has hit the US and may be heading for the Bahamas.
Still the rain falls, forming a sheet of water in front of the pavilion. The drains are flooded. Puddles in the outfield creep closer to the wicket.At last the deluge ends, but the pitch has turned into a bog. The umpires are sceptical, but we are desperate to play. We work with mops, beach towels and even plastic cups to clear water from the pitch. A local official calls the tournament organiser, 'There's half of England out there mopping up.' The match is abandoned and we head back to the hotel, believing we're out of the competition.
Later the same evening we get word that the semi will continue the next day. Game on and rum punch all round.
Semi-final day two and at lunch it looks like the game is over for our boys. Then our final batsmen smashed 55 runs off the last five overs, winning the match with the final ball. I'm not the only one with tears in my eyes.
This is only the third time an English team has made the final of the Garfield Sobers Tournament. The venue, Kensington Oval, Barbados' test ground.
The boys play bravely, but cannot overcome local school Combermere who win the tournament for a fifth time.
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