I couldn’t understand it because I went to bed feeling as fit as a fiddle but woke up feeling like I’d been knee-capped.
It was strange because I had a dream about me playing cricket and scoring 46 not out.
Given my current form it must have been a dream but I decided I didn’t pull out of White Coppice’s match with Great Eccleston 2nds because I couldn’t tell the skipper I’d injured by knee while sleeping.
Having said that, I wasn’t the only player injured as Coppice’s opening bowler Wayne Dixon had some striking red duct tape on his thumb after cutting himself on a tin of spagetti. You couldn’t make it up.
It’s said in cricket that ‘things even themselves even out over the course of a season’ and you’ve got to ‘take the rough with the smooth’ when it comes to decisions.
Well on Saturday it came home to roost.
Earlier this season I had a huge slice of luck in Coppice’s game at Great Eccleston.
I was on 43 when I played forward to a leg break which was caught by the keeper after a deflection of some sort off me.
“Howzat?” they appealed in unison but the umpire was unmoved.
“You gloved it,” said wicketkeeper Reza Hussain accusingly.
“No I haven’t,” I replied and I wasn’t actually lying.
Had there been a ‘Snicko’ or ‘Hotspot’ available I think I would have hung my head in shame because of the likelihood of a white mark appearing on the splice of my bat, which then deflected off my shoulder to the keeper.
I’m not proud of it but in the moment of battle you sometimes react instinctively by not walking.
Well fast forward to Saturday and it was clear the Great Eccleston lads had long memories.
I walked out to bat at No 5 and second ball pitched on leg stump and, given the green wicket, cut down the leg side.
I aimed to play a leg glance but then changed my mind.
There are two opinions in cricket – the one that counts and the one that doesn’t.
Well in my opinion (the one that doesn’t count) I missed it by a mile and the only sound was it hitting my pad.
However in the opinion of the umpire (the one that counts) I nicked it and his finger went up quicker than Usain Bolt out of the blocks.
“That’s what I call Karma,” said Great Ecc’s Jeremy Whittle, who was the unlucky bowler at their place when I didn’t walk.
I should say from the outset that I have absolutely no problem with the opposition or the official.
What goes around comes around. The umpire gave his decision and I accept it 100 per cent.
However that doesn’t mean I wasn’t absolutely distraught.
You can always tell how mad I feel about a decision by the number of times I walk around the pitch.
Well on Saturday I stomped my way around White Coppice’s picturesque ground four times.
My record is 17 circuits of Carnforth’s postage stamp ground after an LBW decision that stil winds me up five years after it happened.
I can’t help myself. I love my cricket. Passion isn’t something you can turn on and off like a tap.
It’s the reason we turn up every Saturday.
Great Eccleston deserved to win and I shook the hands of all their players afterwards.
I also shook the hand of the umpire who’d given me out.
“Well batted,” he said. I can’t believe he was talking about my two-ball duck that he was instrumental in so I can only assume he must have had the same dream of me when I got 46 not out!
I said it wasn’t my day.