Some games are a pleasure to play in; a genuine competition between two good-natured sides that each employ a progressive approach based on flair and skill.

This was not one of those games.

It was instead comparable to, say, forgetting your girlfriend’s birthday, losing your wallet or being bitten by a small dog.

Occasionally, a sprinkling of hockey crawled, bleary eyed, from the primordial soup. The visitors stuck away a deserved opener, which failed to spark the slumbering South troops into action. Half time came and went.

It was all too much for Nelson. "We live in an age of immediacy!", he roared. "No more, for me, this soporific hum-drum!"

Charge! Goal! Arghhh! Charge! Oof! Counselling! Charge! Goal! Arghhh! (Lemon)

At some point in this extended solo drama, Peterborough re-took the lead, only to be pegged back again by South’s whirlwind Prima Doma.

And relax. Back to normal next week?

*Other points of note*

• Menzies, Lamming and Pawson brought guests to watch. Those poor people.
• Tom Anns reached 100 caps for Cambridge South, which he celebrated in his own imitable way by claiming to have potentially spoiled a pair of shorts in the warm up (this only encouraged JT).