Global Cricket Series - Day 6 Tobago 2026
Caribbean Tour Diary – Day 6… winding roads, questionable scorebooks and another perfect sunset! 
I’m writing this as we bounce our way back to the hotel along Tobago’s famous twisty roads. It’s a constant rollercoaster of steep hills, sharp bends and the occasional pothole that reminds you to hold onto your drink… but every corner reveals another breathtaking view of the Atlantic stretching as far as the eye can see. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of this drive.
Today brought another match…
…and let’s just say, another scorebook that raised a few eyebrows! 
We’re beginning to suspect Caribbean scoring has its own unique set of rules, but nobody seems too bothered. The boys are having an absolute blast, and that’s what really matters.
With Fin sidelined by his now-famous finger injury, he embraced his new role as Assistant Coach Number Three. Clipboard not required! Instead, he spent the innings wandering around with the coaches, offering the occasional opinion and, most importantly, making sure the 12-year-old scorer actually knew the names of the bowlers before writing anything down.
It was another really good performance in the field, everyone chipping in against a powerful Tobagon National team keeping them to 235/7
When it was our turn to bat, things didn’t exactly explode into life. It was a bit of a hike with early wickets once again putting us on the back foot, and the scoreboard taking its time yo tick over, but the lads kept chipping away, kept fighting and pushing the opposition all the way, Tristans 45 suddenly gave the boys hope in the contest.
The final few overs had everyone on the edge of their seats.
Every run cheered.
Every ball mattered.
Every shout louder!
Fin had volunteered to score… but that lasted only so long. Before we knew it, he’d abandoned his official duties to join his teammates on the boundary enthusiastically appealing…
“THAT WAS NOT OUT!” 
Apparently scoring can wait when there’s an umpire to disagree with!
Sadly the early wickets would ultimately be a decisive factor as the boys lost by 62 runs…a much closer game than the result would suggest.
Lunchtime brought another chance to sample local food. I went for fish accompanied by some rather mysterious-looking root vegetables. Thankfully, one of the mums is originally from Barbados and now lives in Trinidad, so she’s become our unofficial Caribbean food guide.
Today’s lesson included dasheen, a delicious yellow-fleshed root vegetable, and she also reminded us that earlier in the week she’d introduced us to chanterelles too. Every day seems to come with another new flavour to discover.
This evening was the perfect way to end another busy day.
No rushing around.
No rain.
No ambulances!
Just a slice of pizza, a good book, a cool Caribbean breeze and a front-row seat as the sun slowly disappeared behind the bay, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
Moments like that make you stop, look around and realise these tours are about so much more than cricket.
Although… tomorrow, if the scorebook could just add up properly, that would be nice! 
