Challenge of the Fallenge (el flange in brackets)

Like Cookie I needed a success. Neither of us have been flushed with it for ages. Bad for him good for me that we hadn't been in the runs recently.

It is the season of Lord's a leaping and pundits a pontificating putting us both under pressure, him to handle the travelling press and not to break down in front of them as a failed captain, me to replace the failed capstan between the handle and the Gubbins in the toilet cistern which broke down with a press too far.

It was the first bit of do it myself that I'd done since breaking my collar bone on a far flung cricket field in September. The ambulance took a while to arrive. Though not connected to the collar bone I resolved to campaign to place a defibrillator in every cricket pavilion in the country. I am at the very early stages of contacting The British Heart Foundation, The England and Wales Cricket Board and Warburtons.The latter who to their credit already support the BHF may see an opportunity from their side of the Pennines of turning even the tastiest of cricket teas into healthy ones.(See picture 2)

Only the BHF have got back in touch so far. They e-mailed, praising my efforts. I replied saying that as yet I hadn't done anything. 'All I have done is fall over on a cricket field'. A couple of days after I had written that, alas, tragic events befell another who was also just playing the game he loved. It is not the first time I'd wished that I hadn't opened my e-pen. My book French and Spanish Cricket for Beginners has a predilection for putting the mockers on, as if retweeting a commentator's curse, blindly hammering in without the benefit of hindsight the tail of the donkey where it will hurt the most.

The painful memory is about to resurface as the tenth anniversary of that Wave approaches, though as with the falls my pain is minuscule compared to that felt by others.

For the record what I intend to do is to apply for funding from the BHF to get a defibrillator for my cricket club. Raising the £400 will only take a Quiz Night. Finding out the pitfalls and whether the club is eligible under the BHF's scheme may take more time. Wouldn't it be nice if the BHF's scheme becomes the ECB's scheme perhaps with some financial support from Warburtons leaving the BHF to spend more of its funds elsewhere.

Cookie this morning seemed close to the state of the flapvalve washer I removed from the flushing mechanism of the cistern. See picture 3

More frayed at the edges than in tatters I'm afraid, unlike the Gubbins of the ECB I took the decision to replace it. It wasn't as clear cut as it appears in the picture. Okay the capstan was broken. As the ECB has found out tinkering and supergluing doesn't work and in the end I had to find a replacement. The challenge of the fallenge, so called because the flapvalve washer doesn't rhyme, was to clone it as all its other features were perfect to do the job viz. to get the cistern to function effectively with the lightest of touches. KP made the same point about coaches in his recent book

Unlike KP things don't get thrown away in our house. My memory is poor but I follow a pattern. It would be in the old bread bin with all the other odd bits awaiting their day. I was on a roll. There it was-the same piece of plastic I had used before to do exactly the same job that I had done so many years ago. I can't remember how many.

The fallenge like Cookie was still easily recognizable as its former self. In effect I replaced like with like. An exact replacement.

In fairness to the ECB cloning is not available at the time of writing and a replacement is a replacement. "When the floodgates open" said Cookie "it should be good." "But floodgates locked for too long are very hard to force apart" said Richard Hobson in The Times today.

All this talk of valves, blockages and collapsing should act as a salient reminder to the Gubbins at the ECB that Sudden Cardiac Arrest (SCA) is a leading cause of premature death. However they can be reassured that with immediate treatment lives can be saved. Seconds count however, and the ambulance service is unlikely to arrive quickly enough at any cricket ground to resuscitate most victims.

In similar circumstances we all feel like Azpilicueta and Fabregas at last night's game against Derby County. They just wanted to get the ambulance people as quickly as possible to their injured colleague Zouma, happily later 'given the all-clear'. The cricketers playing with me when I fell over felt the same and did the same-some going up to the main road to direct the ambulance to the club. I'm grateful for their help and care, as I am to all those who in some way have assisted in my recovery.

About 1 in 1000 of the population of the UK suffers SCA each year, about 60,000 cases annually. In England, the Ambulance Service attempt resuscitation in 25,000 cases per year but at present only a small proportion survive. According to the ECB 844,000 people were playing cricket in this country in 2014.

Doing the maths should persuade the ECB that to place an Automated External Defibrillator (AED) at every cricket club is a worthwhile and an achievable aim. Many SCA victims can be saved if persons nearby recognise what has happened, summon the ambulance services immediately, perform basic resuscitation, including chest compressions and use an AED to help restore the heart's normal rhythm. The critical factor is the speed with which the shock is given.

Mourinho was told, according to Matt Hughes of The Times that the stewards bringing on the stretcher were not allowed to run. That's what I thought I could still do on a cricket field. Run. Run after a ball in the field. My wife always worried seeing me at my age running after a ball. She was concerned that I would suffer a heart attack. Luckily I just tripped and broke my collar bone. If it had been a heart attack the chances are that with there being no AED at the club at which we were playing I would be on the wrong side of the stats.

Like Mourinho I too am frustrated. I can see a problem but I can only get to it at walking speed. The ECB is allowed to run towards its solution.

Last week I went to see The War of the Worlds , (See Picture 1) at the O2. The Artilleryman sang in a Brave New World that in order to defeat the Martians with their fighting machines, their Heat Rays and their Red Weed we'd play each other at Cricket and then beat them at their own game on our green grass with machines that we build (Picture 1 again with a bit of poetic license).


A game of cricket featured also on Grayson Perry's Comfort Blanket at The National Portrait Gallery in London. It was given blanket coverage as the game represents the nature of our country's identity. Grayson Perry feels though that our identity is not a constant. It adapts as we change. He says as I found out we feel like we are the same person we were years before, but we are not.

The recent ECB survey shows that cricket is a changing game that needs to adapt to participants with busy modern lifestyles. OMG is this the end of the cricketing world as I and many of the 844,000 know it?

Not at all as "The ECB is committed to help sustain cricket at a local level by investing in facilities and pitches, encouraging clubs to be fully representative of their local communities and offering maximum support to umpires, coaches, scorers and other volunteers who give up their time to support our grassroots game.“

It sounds as if their hearts are in the right place. But you, Cookie and I know that the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

Death of a sparrow

The thud was a familiar one though a rarity of late. A sickening blow for Jack. Like Silva at Lord's yesterday according to Aggers Jack should have taken better avoiding action. The ball ballooned at least 30 yards away from Silva. Jack fell below the sill. (Pictured) Like the England fielders I went to express sympathy, to check all was okay and took an additional 'hydration break', in my case coffee, in their's surely Harrogate Spring Water now the official water of England cricket, while first aid was applied in Jack's case by the missus, in Silva's by the lime green vested twelfth and thirteenth men.

Helmeted Silva, no tail ender survived to face the rest of the barrage just outside Sir Geoffery's comfort zone. Jack struggled but could not reach his (Reflected in picture.) where he would be safe from namesake hawks. Maybe because of the Window clutter Jack's radar failed him. Tale-enders then for Jack. (pictured) Like so many others mentioned in 'French and Spanish Cricket for Beginners' from Amazon UK it was I that did a cock-robin on the sparrow. Like Aggers I'm prone to the commentator's curse. I'd remarked that sparrows were making a come back. In 2003 when the book was written sparrows were scarce.

"The missus explained that if the poison chemicals that we pump out don’t get the sparrows themselves, they kill off the food the sparrows eat, like bugs and caterpillars and so the sparrows cop it. It’s a bit of a Hobson’s. If there’s no food, they don’t eat and they die. If they eat the poisoned insects they’re dead meat. They haven’t adapted like our town foxes who take away the dead meat from the rubbish we put out. (No obvious comments please, leave that to me)."

I still feel that I put the mockers on the sparrow like Gove has on 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and like Gravesham Council has put on the foxes with their new Wheelie bin approach to recycling.

What comes round goes round. 99-1 at 'Nutrition Break'

The pleasant gentleman, a barrister on a day out of court, who was sitting next to me pointed out that the person sitting in front of us was Tony Francis of ITV Sports coverage and Heart of The Country fame. I should have recognised him from his voice. Reassuring, informative, interesting. Is he still on air? If not he should be. He'd show some of the present day accursed World Cup commentators that being a broadcaster helps when broadcasting.

I saw only two other celebrities. David Gower returning to the JP Morgan ( Not the Irish one who plays for England)Media Centre from his on-field duties looking resplendent in Blazer and Slacks together with a clone far enough down the cricketing scale of recognition (CSR)to remain unrecognised by me.

I tweeted to TMS that if Blower's crane was described as now being vertical Anderson and Broad would be joining Sachithra Senanayake to have their actions checked. I didn't get a response being even lower down the CRS than Gower's clone.

My conscience - a sort of all encompassing barrage of messages emanating from some deep rooted JP Morgan internal social media centre - was telling me not to miss our Cricket Club Selection Meeting scheduled for 7 that evening. I figured that as Sri Lanka had lost only 3 wickets by the 'Mini replenishment' break I'd had full value from my £10 over 65 ticket.

Thanks to the fast train I was able to watch the last 10 overs on TV. I'm almost glad that we didn't do it. I would have had to explain that I was almost there. I hope the pleasant gentleman barrister stayed. He would have appreciated the drama of the final over with the judgement of the the third umpire adhering to the firm set of ethics exemplified by Cricket, Rumpole, David Gower and Tony Francis.

The missus showed me her latest Dry Point Etching (pictured) of daffodils competing for the limelight. She asked me for a title for the work. 'I'm Narcissus' was my suggestion. That reminds me to watch 'Kill Bill Vol 2' to watch Uma Thurman forcing her way out of her coffin as I have a feeling that Suarez will hammer a second to Balotelli's first nail into England's coffin on Thursday.

Each to their own

Past Dreams of Cricketing Reality

This was written in 2006. Admittedly it was an account of a dream reported in French and Spanish Cricket now to be found as French and Spanish Cricket for Beginners on Amazon. But the game was set in Sri Lanka. Scary or what? The book has already put the mockers on a number of celebs and institutions. I'm afraid to read it again. Are you? Well you should have read it in the first place. Read on:-
We were all out for 51. I didn’t face a ball, but unlike the two previous wickets to fall I didn’t turn my back until we all had to walk back to the pavilion. The writing was on the wall after the first two overs. They were 41-1. The only wicket to fall was where I caught one of their openers first ball at the deepest of deep fine legs.

The captain who’d been fiddling with his ear since the end of the second over came over and tossed me the ball. I dropped it. The batsman who was going to face laughed out loud. I’ve never sledged anybody in my life not even on the iciest of conditions. I didn’t intend to start now. The wicketkeeper was that waiter that I’d introduced to the club.

I walked past the batsman with disdain. ‘Remember that bloke who was stumped off a wide when you played for the Shrimpers? I asked him. He nodded. ‘Well he had a fat ass like this one and we can’t afford another over.’ I went back to my mark and bowled wide of it. In his attempt to reach it and still hit it out of the ground the batsman with the fat ass toppled over and was stumped.
I bowled the next bloke first ball. ‘You aint going to face another ball.’ I told the non-striker who’d got most of the runs.

Just to prove the point I knocked the middle stump of their number five out of the ground. The next ball didn’t leave my hand. He was half way up the wicket before I reached the stumps. I stopped and hovered with the ball just over the bails. ‘Cheats won’t prosper.’ I said. ‘Take this as a warning.’ He went up to talk to the new batsman. I let the umpire know and went back to my mark.

This time the batsman facing set off before I bowled. Unfortunately for him not only did it miss the wicket but this time it was me that had overstepped the mark. The wicketkeeper who was now standing back ran him out. The non striker had heeded the warning; this time he hadn’t even followed up and they didn’t cross. ‘Still here then?’ I said hoping he was a bigger arse than the one I’d had stumped. He was.

I set the trap. I moved square leg slightly behind making it three behind on the leg side. I saw him wink at his own umpire at square leg. He suspected another run out on a no ball. He had every intention of not being run out. Even I was getting irritated by my final field adjustments. Once again he set off way before I got there with his tunnel vision looking only toward the leg side fielders. ‘I’ve warned you once!’

I could have said as I flicked the bail off.’ Why don’t you learn to play within the laws.’ All I said was ‘Howzat’. The umpire nodded in that Batistuta self righteous way as if the judgement of Solomon had just been delivered. Of course nothing had been delivered, so we were back on track with four balls to go and four wickets to fall. In circumstances like that you can’t leave things to chance, so I had two bowled and two caught and bowled.

The Greenhouse Effect and April Fools

I intended to venture into the garden to get on with three jobs. The first was to carry on with planting the seed potatoes. Mine are Charlottes but she doesn't mind sharing. The second was to continue with the dead heading of the daffodils so we can have another show of daffs next year. Before you complain about the less than arduous nature of the task, it is accompanied by the planting out of the potted ones with lines of clumps of transplanted snowdrops in the green in the green (To be sung to the tune of Off [sic]To Dublin In The Green-The Dubliners). The third task of more biblical proportions would have been putting up a rescued greenhouse next to the present one(To be whistled to the theme of Twin Peaks).

Three things saved me. First and foremost (another seed potato described as cooks well, with a firm and waxy flesh when young, going slightly floury when reaching maturity, which sounds to me like Charlotte) the warning about not doing any strenuous exercise outside because of the pollution. Secondly I needed to reflect on and like Charlotte share my reactions to yesterday's April Fools. Thirdly I cannot resist responding to requests for reviews on my recent purchases through Amazon.

In reverse order then. It seems I am a reviewer of Amazon Kindle Touch Leather..., (I know it is stereotypical of me but I hate being labeled) can you help this fellow customer?
RON S. asked
"will it fit kindle d01100" . Sadly and ashamedly I don't know what a d01100 is. By the time I got around to attempt to say this, it seems that the discussion had ended anyway. Pity! It had potential, which is the sort of energy you're okay to use in these polluted times rather than moving on to the kinetic variety. If you think I'm ranting tune in to Radio 5 live at 9 on a weekday morning.

My review of the greenhouse glazing spring clips was as follows :- Zinc perhaps but more useful than Sterling or Kate, the Moss that kept most of the glass panes in place during the storms. However that Spring Clean found that some of the spring glazing clips had rusted with the sacrificial zinc having unexpectedly laid down its life after 30 years. The efficient and speedy delivery will enable me to replace them before the next high winds descend upon us like a Saharan dust storm. Luckily I haven't started yet as I need to clean the glass now as the plants in the cold greenhouse are not used to Desert conditions.

As for the overlap clips:- Simplicity itself.I love the way that the panes of glass slot into these clips. It is an art in itself. What pleasure!-like sucking the juice from the ice of a Clippo.The ones I removed from the old greenhouse were made of lead and although you that's me can bend them into position we that's you do need to think of our lead free environment so we that is we can leave room for all the other pollutants that we that is us are pumping out or is it in?

I felt a lot better after writing these reviews as I have always wanted to do something about about the declining state of the Amazon rain forest. Although I'm too modest to say it myself it bodes well for my intention to buy a wood burning stove that is self DEFRAcating.

Neither of my April Fools texts got the response I was looking for. Was I fooled by the article in The Times on how Statins can improve my love life? Whether true or not my texts said that after reading the article I had phoned up the doctor to complain that the surgery had not got back to me on my high level of naughty cholesterol and that if it wasn't for the fact it was Lent the missus would be seriously missing out. (Only joking, family).

So much for my textual relationships.Not that I would make such a phone call of course as I wouldn't want to extend the appointment queue in the 'Safe in our hands, you must be joking it's more like your hands in our safe NHS' or do anything to compromise the privacy of the Duke of Hazard when he next cuts the cuts-queues by being helicoptered to the back door of an A&E.

Posting a spoof parking ticket on a past neighbour visiting present neighbours didn't work either. She drove all the way to Wales with it on the windscreen. It was her husband who found it today so he couldn't continue the April Fool by giving her a bollocking as he doesn't want seven years of bad luck. I mean Lent is long enough.

I'm feeling bad about not going out in the garden but I might stick to my guns. We are still worried about the effects of that Radioactive cloud from Chernobyl that went over us on a sunny day in April 1986 when our less than one year old son was in the very same garden. I think we downed some potassium iodide tablets, or was it bromide? I'll check with the missus. She bought them.

That reminds me. I'd better take my vitamin C tablet with Zinc to accompany the other Russian rare earth exports that Charlotte may have picked before I go out into the rarified atmosphere that is described by the meteorologists as a rare event. Maybe I'll double dig the next rows of Charlottes. If I Keel over at least I'll have dug my own plot. Go for it. I feel in the pink. Oh by the way what do you think of the missus' new Reservoir Dogs sunglasses? (pictured) You can't say 'She should have gone to Specsavers' as that's where she got them from.

It's still a Funny Old Game

5ths 2013 Captains report

Ably captained by Beezy who once again lead by example as our top wicket taker, but only by one wicket from Hans who as a quality fielder and a steadily improving batsman must be now a signing for higher teams. The small print in his contract however must exclude his mother from accompanying him as she is the most valuable person in our team as scorer, and who is well on the way in establishing an orchid nursery. To top her up......

The contract does apply to her other son Mittens who found his form this season which was a huge bonus for us. As Mittens works for Network Rail he will be well used to huge bonuses. Mind you he's more likely to be playing for Dawlish CC than for us with Prime Minister Cameron's idea of press ganging Network Rail employees to become railway sleepers to prop up the country's failing transport infrastructure. Mr Cameron will then fulfil his current dream of being associated with this country's three most brilliant civil engineers Isambard, Kingdom & Brunel.(Pictured; look closely)

The highest scoring batsman was Sox getting over 400 runs with Fingerless, Daffs & Tiny all with small print in their contracts, scoring over 200 runs each. In fact many of our matches this season were high scoring games, with us batting first which was rarely the case in previous seasons.

Mark and Spencer both bowled extremely well and would more than hold their own in higher teams. Don't forget the invite next weekend to go round to their place to dine in for two. Metty, Ten Bears & Sam Sung all showed ability and were a pleasure to have in the side when they played for us, as were the younger colts when they weren't in a rush to get to the Chippy in Meryl Street after the game. A special thanks to Metty who has that ability only available to a select few to get players on a Saturday morning to replace any Friday night drop outs.

The odd guest along with stalwarts like Brace Hamnel, Moro Tamsin, Ricky Peters and Brian Beloved added wickets, runs, catches and enjoyment to help make us a team of cricketers as did Captain- no less- Delirious Phillips ex- Port of London Authority.

Like your good selves, no doubt, Captain Phillips heard the rumour that our esteemed Chairman in order to help pay for the work on the square is to encourage and to charge the local community to spread the ashes of their recently departed onto the square, thus at a stroke, for example, putting both heart and soul into the club and deadening the high bounce on the new strips by adding a bit of body into the soil.

1st team captain Shearman Capote is in favour as he hopes that this will improve his bowlers' performance when bowling at the death and there is a general feeling that training will be better attended as such work should help turf out players from their usual haunts. Captain Phillips' mentor, localish Bourne boy Paul Greengrass has a protective film in mind for the early stages of the work to act as a sort of Legbeforeacy.

As Rex George a previous Hon Sec would have said 'Captain Phillips with his knowledge of bburials at CCs' has kindly offered this advice from the PLA's policy on the 'Scattering of Ashes in the Tidal Thames' which he says would ensure empathy, respect, clarity, reassurance and a bit of iron into the Constitution. And I quote:-

The Port of London Authority does not have any particular rules on the scattering of ashes into the tidal Thames but we do request that you do not scatter them from bridges. This is because the tidal Thames is a busy commercial river and there is a strong possibility of scattering your loved ones ashes onto a passing boat.


Our advice is to find a suitable and safe location of your choosing, ideally this location is not busy and we would suggest a quiet time of the day when you carry out the scattering. Please ensure that you retain the container. (Good advice that Ivo Bligh took on in 1883 for a different sort of Ashes). Another good earner as it turned out.

Talking about Ash. Not to be outdone by his teammate, our very own Dee Gears has reminded Beezy that September 19th is 'Talk like a Pirate day' and all participants should continue to act accordingly for the game against Dustings CC on the 20th.

As league fixtures are over by that time, league players topping up the 5ths should restrict themselves to the following sledges:-
As the opposition come out onto the field:-

"Well me hearties let's see what's crawled out of the bung hole"
To the tea lady:- "I wouldn't feed that bilge to a scurvy dog ye barnacled bottomed scabby sea bass "
To their umpire:- "That was plumb you weevil eating son of a harbour hog"
To their opening bat:- "Do you want the first ball amidships, your timbers shivered or your lillies livered ye yellow bellied salty swab?"
To any Casanovas, (that's a man who is amorously and gallantly attentive to women) guesting from the 1st or 2nd team who want a few chat up lines to use on the barmaids at the opposition's local:-

. Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?

. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?

. I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon.

. Pardon me, but would ya mind if I fired me cannon through your porthole?

. How'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder

.They don’t call me Long John because my head is so big.

And just to show we're not sexist, feel free ladies to address a male bartender with:-

. Come show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad!

. That's quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need is a good scabbard!

. I've crushed seventeen men's skulls between me thighs, - and a bottle of rum!

. Aye, I guarantee ye, I've had a twenty percent decrease in me "lice ratio"!

Talking about the Seven Seas the 5ths had their first Official Overseas player this season. No Gareth Breeze perhaps but still a breath of fresh air like many of his shots. The wind of the willows. The legendary Thommo Shanti - returning to us all the way from Ethiopia.

Though available, Thommo missed one match while his visa was being checked to make sure that he was able to buy a round. Thommo played for us on two occasions after references were taken up with the Club Captain following pressure applied from the highest hind quarters. You know I jest - Thommo performed well making 86 runs and taking two stunning catches.

On his return to Ethiopia Thommo will no doubt commit himself to Ethiopian Cricket which has been likened to 5th team cricket according to Wikipedia in that they may play with an air of carefree abandon, but there is no denying the skill. Some of the older players do not even bother with a run-up, preferring instead to roll their arms over from a stationary position. Somehow the ball still fizzes and hisses off the pitch. Which probably means they play off the same dubious surfaces that we do.

Seriously for a moment, the captain of the present Ethiopian team spent some of his youth in England. He was quoted as saying "The game forces you to stand shoulder to shoulder with people you would not normally associate with. " Our esteemed Hon Secretary, Pacey Belay put it another way in an e-mail to me in answer to my request for advice after a side we play informed us that we could only retain the fixture if we paid double the normal match fee as we could not offer a home game. "If I remember correctly they're a bunch of posh Surrey twats, who can afford it" was his advice, which of course I heeded.

As Belay went on to say below on Witter 'the point of being a wandering side is to provide a low cost opportunity to play cricket and hence more teams around to fill fixtures.' How sad to think that they are now Posh Surrey twats floating in the turds of hypocrisy.' I weweeted. Dawson's not the only Geek.

It seems as if the ICC has the equivalent of 'Posh Surrey twats' amongst its hierarchy in being apparently more interested in promoting international cricket purely on the basis of monetary prowess of individual boards rather than quality of competitions produced by players and their teams.

The 5ths are proud to be part of a club where the Spirit of Cricket permeates throughout all areas, from the Saturday morning tinies via the many colts teams, the 4 Saturday league sides ; the two Sundays and the Wednesday XI. The Spirit of Cricket that this club exemplifies has and does come from the presence and vision of our long suffering Chairman perhaps nullifying the need for any deposits from local sods. Long may it continue. (Not the suffering )

Oh by the way it has been my intention to write another book but I haven't found a ghost writer yet.

Where's Wally? A morning in the life of a wannabee.

7.57am G'day mate. good news at last. X

8.00am 300 for us. Oz 32-2.Two good catches.X

8.08am Visit to tip this morning after the Cricket. 44-2. X

8.30am 70-3 Clarke Rooted out. May even watch it on TV. X

9.02am 114-4 Root gets Marsh on 55. X

9.08am Feeling faint. Another wkt and it's Boyd Rankin who's got it. X

9.57am 200 up but we've just got Hero Haddin. Your boy took the catch. Only Maxwell's Silver Hammer to blunt, not to mention Mad Mitch and we should be there.X

10.04am Cookie takes another catch. The TMS listening Mrs almost ruins it by whooping even before Bresnan starts his run up on TV. If he gets another one you should wear his shirt to work. X

Tweet to TMS unsure of time. Counter measures in place for C Nile's wkt. X

10.29am 236-8 You can put your shirt on it now. Captain Cook selects who bowls after all.

10.41am 244-NINE. MJ gone.

10.58am 25 off 13 balls. X

11.00am 25 off 10. X

11.01am A six. X

11.02am 19 from 9. Another six. 13 off 8. X

11.03am 12 needed off the last over. X

11.05am 8 off 5 balls. X

11.06am 4 off 4. X

11.07am Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh X