Oh dear. We seem to have qualified for something.

I say ‘Oh dear’, but of course what I really mean is ‘Oh yes!’ The reason for the somewhat depressed tone of the headline, uttered in true Marvin the Paranoid Android style, is that the doom mongers amongst the Surrey supporters won’t know what to do with themselves.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the grinding misery of a championship season not quite gone to plan, for what seems like the nth year in a row. It’s not that I don’t understand the frustration of witnessing a team - so brilliantly luminous that you could power the national grid off them - throw away a comfortable, match-winning position on multiple occasions. I too have felt that selfsame urge to repeatedly bang my head off my computer desk until the !?%@* keys embed themselves in my forehead. It’s just that I find drinking lots of tea more constructive then hurling repetitive abuse on message forums at players and management ad infinitum. Chill out, folks. Drink tea. Life is better that way.

Of course, as the frustrated Surey faithful will tell you, the championship is the major thing, isn’t it? At the moment we seem destined to prop up the middle of division two. We threw away qualification for the T20s. Ironic then, that the one tournament in which Surrey were expected to do moderately at best in is the one at which they have flourished. Not long enough for the attention-deficit suffering batsmen to grow bored and get themselves out in an array of silly ways, or (shock-horror) have to suffer the ignominy of building an innings. Not short enough for them to feel they have to swing the bat at every ball that comes their way. Just the right sort of length.

It is a pity that 40 over cricket is my least favourite format of the game, but hang it, if Surrey are prepared to do well in something then I am more than prepared to cheer them on!

One more win in the CB40 and Surrey will have a home leg in the semis. Their progression has been not without scary moments, but they remain as yet unbeaten. And they’ve done it without Ramps as well! And whilst the latter is something that is not a cause for celebration it does at least bode well for the club in the future years without him. *sniffles inconsolably into handkerchief at horrible thought*

So, put down the pitchforks, put away the torches and the tar. Cast aside the ‘Adams must go’ banners for a little while, eh? And smile! Go on...you know you can do it! Just a little, itsy bitsy one! It takes more muscles to frown than it does to grin.

Besides which, if the wind changes your faces will stick!