It had been a long 365 days.

Not a day had passed during that year when the Pilgrims had not fantasised about that most classical of vices: REVENGE.

Now, finally, had come the time for the return fixture. Little did Marlow Park know, but like elephants, Pilgrims never forget. But the visitors were also determined to prove that camaraderie and fair play could shine through.

A non-collapsing batting order would help too.

The start to this season has seen some dogged batting displays, with batsmen determined not to throw away their wickets. However, this determination cost Pilco a heavy fine – for taking 24 balls to get off the mark.

But, with the foundations set, once the Pilgrims had seen off the tearaway-quick opening bowlers, the middle order began to accumulate. New boy Bambi diced with death for a sparkly 28, but was ultimately undone by a straight one; 2-pé! finally reached double figures; and a late flurry from the tail, including an alleged six from Frodo, saw the Pilgrims reach a respectable 182.

The game was on.

Marlow got off to a rollicking start, scoring at five an over, and it looked for a while as if the game might get away from the ’Grims. But some tight lines from Whippet led to a rash shot, and Boris snaffled a sharp chance. Cue rampant, whooping celebrations. The roar of delight could be heard in Chiswick.

From then on, whenever Marlow looked like getting away, the Tabard’s bowlers fashioned a chance. Some fine fielding, including only one particularly difficult drop from Penthouse (surely some kind of record) meant constant wickets. After 23.1 overs Marlow had succumbed for 80.

A crushing 102 run victory meant the Pilgrims returned home enveloped in a smug glow.