Another week, another defeat. This could be getting worrying. But in a way, this may have been our most positive performance yet, as we threatened to take at least a point from a side that is likely to be challenging for the league crown by the time April comes around.

In a quirk of selection, we’ve fielded 4 different goalkeepers this season. After a couple of weeks of representing the 1^st XI, where passes are more often than not played to people on your own team, Steve was presumably horrified to see yours truly line up a thoroughly spectacular through ball to Spalding’s centre forward, midway through the first half. We didn’t have a player within twenty yards of this chap. And I had my contact lenses in. Anyway, they didn’t score, so all was well with the world.

Life looked all the more rosey when Jamie set off on a slaloming run that was reminiscent of the great Alain Baxter in his pomp. Presumably high on Vix, not one of the visitors could get close as he scythed through and slipped the ball past an onrushing goalie.

Well this was new. We haven’t really taken the lead before. How to handle this peculiar sensation of winning a game?

'It feels very alien. I don’t like this at all. Can you make it stop?'

Fortunately, we quickly conceded a short corner and the foot of an onrushing McCree deflected a straight strike over the top of our prone keeper. From the restart, we somehow contrived to concede again. In the midst of this brief implosion, Ali Edge managed to clear a ball from the goal-line at (his, admittedly) head-height. We were, by now, on the ropes.

Half-time brought a welcome chance to draw breath and work out who was playing where; the luxury of playing with two subs had its own difficulties. The mood in the camp remained positive, defiant even, and we looked to take the game to the visitors in the second period. The opposition had their own chances, but they largely seemed keen to score the glory tomahawk goal, which Steve could bat away with at least one eye on the cameras. At the other end, all of our forward-minded players came close to an equaliser, with Russell’s attempted lob the only genuinely bum note.

Then, with ten or so minutes to go, a seemingly innocuous clash of heads managed to hospitalise both Kerny and one of the oppo’s strikers. A lengthy stoppage ensued as they were carried from the fray and it was difficult to generate any real momentum thereafter. That said, Inshaw threatened an equaliser in the dying moments but saw his effort shank off the toe.

Over at Addenbrookes, Matt was slipping back into consciousness long enough to say we should tell his wife how much he had enjoyed the game and that he was looking forward to being back in no time at all. He was, however, a bit miffed to find that we'd located his wallet whilst he'd been in the land of nod. But we only charged him for two thirds of a match!