When I was about 14 I opened the batting for the junior side of the village in Lancashire I lived in against a side from Blackpool for whom Ken Higgs son opened the bowling.
Unlike his Dad Higgs Jnr was distinctly sharp, well he was to us, and they soon had us at 16-9 - almost all of the 16 were byes. If memory serves young Higgs only had one wicket, because none of my lot were prepared to face him and I couldn't lay bat on ball to get off strike anyway.
So we got to what proved to be the final over and he finally sprayed one down the leg side which I just managed to touch, the keeper fumbled it, and it went away for four. The umpire, strangely enough Higgs senior, signalled byes despite the whole of the oppo having moaned at their keeper for dropping it. It was only the intervention of our umpire that got me credited with the runs (which more or less doubled the number that came off the bat and got me off the mark). Next up I missed the ball completely but was given out caught behind by Dad following a raucous appeal from son (and noone else as I had missed it by a country mile) so we were 20 all out.
Which explains that why it is that, despite his being a Lancastrian, I hate Ken Higgs, 'cos he deprived me of the only chance I ever had to carry my bat through an innings..