In the neighborhood around my apartment, there aren’t any parks, so the neighborhood kids play cricket wherever they can find a space.
The boy missed the ball. If I knew anything at all about cricket, I would be able to explain to you the significance of this particularly swing-and-a-miss, but I have no idea. There was much shouting and arm waving, and then the boys all redistributed themselves for the next…shot? bowl? pitch?
I don’t speak cricket.