With very little to lose or gain in the last match of the season, it was a fairly relaxed Cambridge South M2s that took the field against City 4s. While City were showing their, frankly unneeded, commitment to a warm-up (after all, it's not like they had anything to lose but their pride), the host were mainly focussed on discussing how Nick Venner's malfunctioning toilet affected his hockey prowess - or more specifically, his inability to rock up.

So when we finally did take to the pitch, it's not surprising that City started the game hungrier and pressed South back into Shahbaz's D. The defence held out bravely for a while and even managed to send the ball up to Tom, Tom and Jacob in attack from time to time. But somehow City got a goal. I seem to have completely forgotten how it happened, from which we can conclude two things: 1. City are a bunch of jammy b***ers that got a lucky break; and 2. yours truly probably was intimately involved in handing City said break.

So, well, anyway - they scored, let's leave it at that. Some few minutes later one of City's miniature strikers was expertly shepherded onto his weak side, only to release a reverse sweep hit for his team mate to volley home. Now that one we really couldn't do anything about - if you can do that, I guess you deserve to score.

So 2-0 down at the midway point of the first half and just about everyone expected us to crumble, most of all City. Well, bugger that! Straight off the pushback we were at it, with a somewhat unconventional team effort: Colin's aerial went miles over Jacob's head to City's left-back, but Jacob immediately put on the pressure to force City to play around the back. Tom S intercepted the switch and selflessly handed the ball to Tom C, who didn't take any chances and flicked it between two defenders' faces into an open goal.

Now we had the bit between our teeth: again, mere minutes passed before a foray into City's D caused havoc, hacking and harassment, resulting in a short: injected, stop, thwack, break City's defender's stick and score within a matter of seconds. 2-2 and game on.

Then, shortly before halftime, Tom C managed to peel around this defender and thunder home a strike that dented the far post at shoulder height to give us the lead (and a jug).

Half time and we're 3-2 up against a team that's sitting on the other side of the league. So the word is keep the ball in our team. No more aerials to City's defence, Colin. No more thwacking the ball off the sideline from a sixteen, Ron. No more fouls in the D, anyone. Did we listen to ourselves? Did we, hell! Did we give City a sniff of a chance in the second half? Did we, double hell! They don't call it Fortress Leys for no reason, you know.

Much as City tried, no further goals were forthcoming from their side and we certainly had as many chances as them. The most impressive one being Dave Halse's magic run, singlehandedly wandering past every single City defender (probably twice in some cases), only to finish by putting it on a foot in the D. Still, a short is as good as anything to slow down the play...

The long and the short of it: we ended up with a totally unexpected, if fully deserved, win to end the season with a lovely little flourish. It just makes you wonder: couldn't we have played like this in any of the other games? Who know what could've happened...