I was once that annoying kid at short leg trying to sledge Ken Mcewan during an Essex league game. TBF it was our keeper/skipper egging me on, I wasn't really comfortable with it and terrible at it. All it did was entice Mcewan to try to hit me every ball no matter where it pitched, I ended up leaping around all over the place to avoid the ball. After a few overs I gave up, despite my skipper telling me to carry on. The worst of it was we batted 2nd, so I had to endure Mcewan telling me I was the worst number 3 in the league, by which point I as mentally shot. At 16 it was a valuable lesson!