When I told my father I was going to watch an actual cricket game for the first time ever, he laughed for a good five minutes. That should tell you everything you need to know about my involvement with organised sports.
Growing up in Ireland, cricket wasn't a popular sport so I knew nothing about it before going to see Nottingham Vs Derby at Trent Bridge on Thursday, May 19. I was quietly confident that I could pick up the gist of it though so I did absolutely no research before I went. After all, I had managed to pick up the rules of rugby the same way in previous years.
However, within minutes of it starting, I was totally lost. As I took my seat in the press box to the amusement of the other journalists who were there to actually cover the game, I started to panic - what had I signed up for? I didn't have long to panic though as I was told Nottingham had won the toss and elected to lead the field. What did this even mean!? No one explained so I did a lot of smiling and nodding in the hopes I knew what I was on about. In hindsight, I may have looked a bit over-enthusiastic or terrified.
