Diamond Duck Nick relates this tale of cricketing woe... It was the day of 11 year old Nick's Yorkshire Cricket Trial, the high point of any young cricketers fledgling career, as a promising spinner Nick was relishing the thought of getting the ball onto a dry, well used wicket when the coach organising the trials said, "right, you can be opening bat." With some trepidation Nick borrowed a helmet, padded up and made his way out into the middle, he stood at the non-striker's end, the opening quick bowler pounded past him and released the first ball, it flew, bounced, his partner swung and connected, the ball skipped past the slips. "Yes," shouted Nick and set off for the run. At the first step his three sizes too large temporary helmet swung around on his head and blocked his view, gamely he ran on, he tried to lift the helmet but couldn't locate the visor and grill which by now had moved around to be over his shoulder, he kept running, and running, and running. "Howzat," went up the shout from behind him, followed by laughter. Nick stopped, fumbled with his helmet and looked around, he had run wide of the crease, with the helmet and bat pulling him he had turned left and run off into the outfield and was now heading for gully. The other team had retrieved the ball, thrown it back in and knocked his stumps over. Out, diamond duck, run himself out on the first ball without actually facing a ball. Nick's Yorkshire career ended there and then.