This was grim, even grimmer being an eye witness at the ground.
The gulf in batting ability between the two sides was embarrassing.
Once Hampshire had passed 150, given our fragility in batting, only one result.
Not once did we exceed the initial asking rate of nearly eight.
A very dismal batting display matched the equally dank, dark, gloomy persistent drizzly conditions.
From ball one, we seemed to roll over in the most timid fashion, letting Hampshire’s bowlers dominate our shot shy batsman. Hampshire bowled well but we let them.
The main batting reminded me of schoolboy cricket. Khushi hit a very impressive six but then unmasked himself by flailing away, trying to repeat and mostly hitting thin air.
It was all so predictable. Hampshire knew that they just had to put the ball in the right areas and we would serve them up a steady supply of either catchable goodies or woeful wicket wrecks.
At least I now know where to level my expectatations. Modest does not even come come close.