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DG TIPS

Hello!

Welcome to DG Tips with me, Dan Goord.

I'm delighted to tell you I'm being given a monthly opportunity throughout the season to share my thoughts on cricket with you.

As the captain of the club I've learnt a lot in my time and I can't wait to share my insights with you. For example I've enjoyed great success as a captain by throwing the ball to Azeem (to be honest I'm still working on a backup plan but when I have one, you'll be the first to know). 

I've also learnt about the important of being persistent. When 17 people make themselves unavailable for a fixture, don't allow yourself to be deterred. Crack on and find an 18th person to ask.

But captaincy and selection can wait for another installment of DG Tips.

Today I want to talk to you all about running between the wickets. More to the point about running other people out between the wickets.

The season is only young but already I've bagged a couple of stragglers. 

Being quicker than most I have a natural advantage when it comes to reaching safety.

However, speed is not enough. If you want to sell your partner down the river and ensure you're still standing while he's trudging off, don't be afraid to be indecisive with your calling.

"Yes! No! Shit!" is a very helpful call. 

If you can mumble the first two words incoherently it's even better!

Another top tip is to turn blindly for a second run, wait until you know your partner is coming and then swivel on a sixpence and scamper to safety while he's left high and dry in the middle of the pitch.

I employed this tactic - I call it Danny's Pivot - to stitch Boaty up at Aspley Guise. By the time the ball was on its way to the keeper's gloves I was safely entrenched at the bowler's end and poor Boaty was floundering in the middle like Chris Austin in a lycra top.

I can't give away all my secrets for surviving a run out - I'm already working on something special for Richie - but tune in again soon for more DG Tips!

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