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1985 T Faires
1986 J Kent
1987 J Kent
1988 B Tanton
1989 N Carver
1990 T Faires
1991 R Casey
1992 D Webster
1993 S Frost
1994 S Collins
1995 S Collins
1996 S Collins
1997 K Hayward
1998 S Collins
1999 S Collins
2000 S Collins
2001 T Felstead
2003 G Crompton
2004 G Crompton
2005 G Crompton
2006 J Lawson
2007 S Collins
2008 S Collins
2009 W Osborne
2010 J Lawson
2011 J Lawson
2012 D Lawson
2013 G Crompton
2014 A Keating
2015 A Ames
2016 D Lawson
2017 C Mclean
Max Alwins Trophy


Originally presented to the player deemed to have contributed most in league matches, now the trophy is presented to the Saturday First XI player of the season.

Max joined the club in about 1978 and immediately showed what a good all rounder he was, scoring lots of runs very quickly and bowling very tightly at a fair medium pace. These attributes making him ideal for our league.
A Sri Lankan by birth Max was not very tall but as strong an ox, with incredibly powerful neck and shoulders. One night when playing in Southend, he was complaining bitterly that his shoulders and neck were very sore and he decided that as he was in Southend he would go to A & E at Southend Hospital. They X-rayed him and immediately packed him off to London Hospital by police escort where it was confirmed that the top two vertebrae of his spine were eaten away with cancer, exposing the spinal cord. The specialist said that anyone with less power in his shoulders would have died months earlier as his shoulder muscles were preventing him from breaking his own spinal cord.
The outlook was grim. Max was put in a huge head cage, bolted to his forehead and strapped to his shoulders. A book could be written about the fun that Max had with this cage and he gave everyone so many laughs. After two years of doing exactly as he was told (including drinking 10 pints of liquid per day, he insisted it should be alcoholic liquid!) he was passed fit and deservedly opened the bowling again for the first XI on merit not sentiment.
Unfortunately the cancer returned and Max passed on. He left gallons and gallons of very potent home brew (wine not beer) with instructions that it had to be drunk at his wake. This was duly done.

His wife Shirley denoted the cup in his memory and a memorial oak tree is planted in the corner of the ground, next to the boundary edge.
Jeff Kent and Terry Faires designed the trophy and it was made by Linda Kents brother, Alan Fitzpatrick,a silver and goldsmith.