South M1s just about got a team to together to make the trek to the heart of Fenland. Notable absentees included Captain Mike, who has given so many excuses no one really expects him to turn up anywhere any more, and Captain of Vice(s) Chris Pearson, who called in sick over a week ago with a colossal hangover.

Simon Ta also managed to contract Xavi's Ebola. However, unlike the Spanish midfield maestro, who has played with the deadly condition for about six weeks now, he decided he needed a lie in. To fill in Dave Halse was called up to play possibly his first ever full seventy minutes for South and Dom Nelson was recalled from his recruitment trip in the States.

South started sharply and were unlucky not to get a short corner in the 1st minute. This good pressure was soon undone with Wisbech scoring a pile driver of a reverse stick strike on their first attack of the game. They then added another two in quick succession, with the infamous Bambi pulling the strings and ghosting through the South midfield and defense, except Parsot who he found a little more solid.

South just about pulled it together and eventually won two short corners. On the second of these, stand-in captain Parsot smashed in his first of the season.

After half time the M3s' squad turned up, just in time to see Wisbech score their fourth. The three main highlights of this half involved: Aston trying to tackle someone's shoulder with his face; the M3s' squad departure prompting a ten-pass move resulting in Nelson drawing the keeper and slipping it for Halse to slot in at the far post; and he last was Mann staring down a penalty stroke and lifting the ball over the bar with his mind. Colin then decided he could do better with his stick but was not able to clear the fence this week.

With third place now finally thrown away, the team settled down to probably the best teas of the year so far - Yorkshire pudding, cottage pie and treacle tart. No, unfortunately the chef will not deliver to Cambridge. The match reporter was given one task; unfortunately he bottled it in a rare moment of common sense/club spirit.

So, on to the last game with nothing to play for…

Or is there?

With the goals from postponed games being recorded by the league (probably in the league managers waste paper bin) and confirmed as counting by the Holy Trinity (of Greaves, Sneade and Brynjolffssen), Goal King currently looks like this (discounting Barton as is standard procedure)...

1 = Jack Chalk 11

1= Tom Cosford 11

2 = Simone Ta 10

3 = Chris Pearson 8

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Graham McCulloch 0

Dave Aston 0

Will right-back-away-from-the-goal-gate finally be avenged? Will any forward perform a pass all game? Who will win?