30/11/2025
I really think it would be hard to top this absolutely cracking match report from our very own Micky Z! đ We are expecting Mick to be poached by a major news outlet at any moment but hope his budding career as a top bowler keeps him in the game! A fantastic game this week and another fantastic victory for the Buzzards! Cacaw!
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There was plenty on the line at Rowe Oval on Saturday, with the Dorrigo Buzzards chasing three wins on the trot and looking to cement their spot in the top four. The gates were thrown open, the turnstiles clicked into action, and the crowd surged in⊠all three of them. Plus a dog.
The Buzzards were dealt an early blow with the in-form and very muscular Matt Moffatt a late withdrawal. Whilst he was off heroically fighting fires, the rest of the boys arrived looking like theyâd enjoyed their Friday night a little too much. But against a backdrop of glassy eyed and somewhat disheveled mountain men, a heavenly figure appeared. Marcus âthe Greek Godâ Dazos had returned to captain the side, fresh from being away saving the planet from invasive species of flora and wrestling feral pigs with his bare hands.
Dazos won the toss and chose to bat, prompting the crowd to cheer politely before returning to their conversation about rainfall totals.
The ruggedly handsome Ben âSunnyâ Day and the evergreen Mick Kelsall came out swinging like a married couple trying the get some excitement back in their marriage. Day was putting low flying aircraft at risk as he cleared the boundary markers with ease. When Kelsall chopped on, it brought Adam âUncleâ Bailey to the crease. A handy partnership formed with the pair ticking the runs over like a metronome in a music shop.
But just as the parochial home crowd was dreaming of a monster first innings totalâŠdisaster struck.
Batsmen began disappearing like phone reception on the mountain, and before you could say âHow long until drinks?â, the Buzzards had slumped to 6/100.
They were in more trouble than Mickey Kâs dozer stuck in a dam.
Woopi players started celebrating early. A darkness fell across the mountain. Birds stopped chirping. Even Dangar Falls slowed to a trickle.
Just when all hope was lost, he emerged.
A Nepalese warrior.
A man who cooks the greatest curry this side of the Himalayas.
Bijay Thapa strode to the crease, bat held out in front of him like it was a kukri (thatâs a Nepalese sword for the uncultured among us). He looked at his shattered batting partner, narrowed his eyes, and declared:
âWoolgoolga may have nice beachesâŠ
but their real estate is ridiculously overpriced.
Over a million bucks for a fibro shack?
Turn it up.â
And turn it up he did.
He transformed into the Nepalese Travis Head, carving Woopi apart with shot after shot that even the Dorrigo Rifle Range wouldâve applauded.
He cooked the bowlers like a Sunday lunch, serving up ten fours and a six on his way to a blistering 60.
By the time the dust and coriander had settled, the Buzzards had somehow, against all odds, posted a mighty 188.
Soon, it was the Buzzards turn to take the ball in hand as they set about their task of taking the 10 wickets required to win the match. âShaunâ Tate Bailey got the mountain men off to the perfect start taking a wicket in the first over to send the crowd and dog into hysterics. When Adam âUncleâ Bailey trapped another plumb in front, and Marc Harris skittled the next bloke, Woopi looked shakier than Deervale Road after heavy rain.
But then Harris pulled up lame, like a horse thatâs realised itâs racing at Bowraville, not Royal Randwick. A forced bowling change opened the door, and suddenly the runs for Woopi started flowing like the Bielsdown during Cyclone Alfred.
At drinks, the tourists were in the box seat at 4/100 and strutting around with the confidence of a bloke whoâs just reversed a trailer perfectly into a parking space on his first go in front of a crowd.
After the interval, Captain Dazos tossed the ball to Dorrigoâs current top wicket-taker, Mick Z. At the top of his signature two step run up, he paused. Nostrils expanding as he took a calming yet determined deep breath.
A low hush spread across the ground, the Rotary clock in the centre of town seemed to stand still, and not because it was broken again. He approached the bowling crease, and delivered⊠an absolute pie. The type of pie that Dorrigo Woodfired Bakery would have been proud of. The Woolgoolga batsman had enough time to laugh as he stepped down the pitch and walloped the ball towards the boundary. High in the air it sailed⊠only for it to fall agonisingly short and straight down the throat of Dazos out on the boundary.
The wicket not only broke the partnership, it also broke the hearts and the will of Woolgoolga. Mick Z and Adam Bailey cleaned up the tail, both finishing with figures of 3-for not many, wrapping up Woopi like leftovers in foil.
Woolgoolga were bundled out, the Buzzards soared home, and the sweet sherbets flowed at the Dorrigo RSL. Three wins in a row, top-four secured, and another chapter written in this beautifully chaotic season.
The Buzzardsâ triumph capped off a dream day for Dorrigo cricket across all grades.
The juniors got the chocolates, with some outstanding batting, especially Patty Moffatt and Sky Kitley, who both piled on runs, and Conrad Gibson grabbing a couple of crucial wickets.
First Grade also claimed victory in a gritty, low-scoring arm wrestle, highlighted by Trenno âJasonâ Statham returning to the big leagues in style. He bowled like the action man himself, snaring 4/25 off 8 in a match-winning, man-of-the-match performance.