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After a slow start to his Cavaliers career, 2004 has seen Timmy F step up to the plate and contribute with both bat and ball. Certainly as a batsman, he's worked out his role in the team. Timmy F is never going to bludgeon quick-fire fifties, and would be wrong to try and do so. But, he's stubborn as, er, a Foster, and won't give his wicket away without a struggle, which keeps one end safe and gives a more expansive batsman at the other end license to play his shots. He's opened the batting at times to good effect, playing the Atherton anchorman role, while he's equally adept at the Neil Fairbrother 'finisher' job in the lower middle order, rotating the strike and nibbling and nudging useful runs. The only thing missing is a 50 - he came close at Walton on Thames in 2003, only to be run out by his brother on 46, and on the 2004 Yeovil Tour when Firms came in and clubbed the winning runs, leaving his fellow lower stranded on 43no.

Timmy F's delivery stride has become part of cricketing folklore. On approaching the stumps, face scrunched up like Daffy De Freitas, his right leg suddenly becomes comatose while his left continues apace, leaving him dragging his right foot behind him. On more than one occasion, the match been temporarily suspended when the umpire has accidentally fallen in to the resulting crevasse and required winching out. Whether this Polio action has aided his figures is a moot point, but Timmy F regularly chips in with economical spells and key wickets and is something of a partnership breaker.

And all this after his career was so nearly cruelly curtailed by a near-fatal blow from an 12 year old spin bowler from Chesterfield. Timmy F, when attempting a 'slog sweep' (ie, slog) succeeded only in top-edging the ball in to his mouth against in a tour match. With no team-mates prepared to drive him to hospital, he set off himself and returned for hours later with 6 stitches in his lip and two cracked teeth… to be presented with a pint with a straw in it, and a packet of Salt and Lineker.