Tucked into a dead-end street on E. 88th and Ditmas Ave. in Canarsie and surrounded by abandoned car parts from nearby auto shops and junkyards, the New York Indoor Cricket Club is easy to miss. But once you enter the facility, finally geting past the bumpers, doors and headlights, and on one Sunday morning an entire rusty engine rotting on the sidewalk, you’re bound to witness something unforgettable: Open the door, and there stands Andy Dalby-Welsh, a clean-cut 31-year-old bowler standing in the middle of one of three cricket cages housed in the club. He takes two small steps, as if he’s consciously marking his position, and prepares to bowl (cricket’s equivalent to baseball’s pitching). “Are you ready?” he yells, his wispy English accent filling the air. “Yes, I’m ready,” the batsman hollers back. Instead of using the traditional overhand delivery, where the ball takes a mandatory bounce, Dalby-Welsh rolls it on the ground underhanded. As soon as it leaves his fingertips, he looks up with a blank gaze, his ears closely following a rattling noise emitting from the ball. A volunteer retrieves the ball and places it back in Dalby-Welsh’s hand. This is not your typical cricket match and…