The last man to bat for the village side was the Blacksmith. The Blacksmith had sprained his ankle and limped in great pain. The Baker was his stand – in runner. The Blacksmith took position to bat. He looked around, savagely. He was clearly still in rage, having sprained his ankle. He lashed at the first ball he received and hit it straight up into the air to an enormous height, It seemed that the ball was trying to break Newton’s law of gravitation and hovered for a long time in the air and then began to decend slowly.

The Blacksmith forgot his sprained ankle and speedily set out for the other end of the wicket. As he started to run he roared at the Baker, his stand – in runner, to run with him. The baker, who was to run an behalf of the injured Blacksmith, enthusatically began to run along with the Black smith. The two of them collided with Joe, the man batting at the other end in the middle of the pitch and fell down. With their fall, the hopes of the village fell with the resounding fall of their three champions.