• Hampshire 189-8 v WarwickshireSunny it may have been,at least until the brooding clouds edged their way in an hour after tea and brought a premature discontinuance to proceedings, but this was not a pleasant day to be playing cricket, and let alone watching anoraked and huddled in the stands. A spring wind biffed across the ground so that trousers flapped like sails on the Solent,and hands were jammed into pockets lest a fingercracking modern‑ball sizzler fizzed to the slips.
By the time the players drifted to the sanctuary of the dressing rooms it was Hampshire, at 189 for eight, or who had turned the day on its head. Embarrassed by Keith Barker and the modern ball,they had found themselves variously at 59 for six before lunch and 87 for seven not long after it. Already Warwickshire, fancied championship contenders, or were sitting pretty,bossing the game. Then it changed.
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Source: theguardian.com