"We used to
play cricket under difficulties on Port Meadow
(this must have been in the following year). The
sole advantage of Port Meadow as a cricket pitch was
the absence of boundaries. If an ambitious and
powerful slogger wanted to hit a ball as far as
Wolvercote, he could do so if he liked; there was
nothing to stop him, and the runs would be
faithfully run out. The chief drawback was that the
city burgesses used the meadow for pasturage of
their cows - graminivorous animals of casual habits.
When fielding was "deep'', and frenzied cries of
"Throw her up!'' reached one from the wicket, it was
usually more discreet to feign a twisted ankle or a
sudden faintness, and allow some keener enthusiast
to recover the ball from where it lay."