This is the same kid, who when playing Test Match game with his mum said he wasn't picking Lyon in his 'Test' team because 'he was too one dimensional'.
LOL.
He's also the same kid who, in U8s, leaves good balls on the off stump when other kids are thrashing at every single ball. He left a few and then the other coach asks me if he needs a tee shot so he can 'have a hit', adding 'he might need help hitting the ball'. I asked my son, he glares back at me and then just does some gardening (on a synthetic pitch mind you, tapping the surface with the toe of his bat). I reply 'no, it's ok'. Kid bowls, he quite literally smashes it back over his head for a long six. He stands mid-pitch, hand over his eyes, searching as it flies away and then says to the other coach 'do you want me to help him find it?'. FLMAO!!!
Afterwards he says he was practicing his leaving the ball going past off (and acknowledged that despite him only get a 4 over partnership with his mate) he wanted to test himself. My wife and I nod and then turn away giggling.
That said, there's a girl in his team. She will play for Australia. Steely determined, doesn't f**k about. I get her wound up by saying the opposition bats said she's 'a slow bowler'. Then, she takes a long run up and opposition coaches always asks if she needs it. Malcolm Marshall, Holding...they ain't got nothing on her. A couple of weeks ago, a really mouthy kid who plays in the opposition (and played against her in PSSA cricket) comes out to bat. "I'm gonna do this, and I'm gonna hit that!" She comes on to bowl and he scoffs. "You couldn't bowl the other day...I'm gonna smash you now".
She turns to me, glint in her eye, serious face for an 8 year old and politely enquires if there are 'no balls' in mini cricket. "No," I reply. "Why?" She shrugs. Smiles sweetly. Takes her long run up and first ball bowls an absolute demon paced beamer and hits this kid square in the chest. He collapses, gasping, howling in pain. "Missed it," she informs him with a pout. Game stops. She walks down the pitch and mutters that it was her 'slow ball'. The other coach glares at her, at me. Kid slinks off, rubbing ribs, tear stained face. They send another kid out, he's hastily putting on his helmet. He arrives at crease and she says to him the helmet's not gonna save him. At this point, I politely asked her to keep her comments to herself but from then on, she was unplayable.
Anyway...drop him off at school today. He asks how late he can stay up. I say 'maybe 8.30-9pm'. He grins. "Great...I can get a whole heap of pink ball test in...after I've done my spelling words!".