With our balloon well and truly popped last week by those talented swines from Spalding, the M2s took to the field on Saturday with an unspoken trepidation as to what further damage we might suffer at the hand of the visitors from Peterborough (who have proved the most fatally beguiling of bogey sides in recent times).

It was good to see Adrian making the big step up from Pay-and-Play to the uncompromising ferocity of league hockey. He slotted ably into midfield alongside the ever-game Joe Whittaker, whilst the left half berth was allotted to a returning Old-New-Old-New-Chris Matson. Adam had clearly caught the captain’s eye at centre back and right-wing in recent weeks and he’d earned a run around in the centre of the park for a change.

None of those selection issues dominated the pre-match pitchside chatter, however. No, it was the promotion of Jon ‘Hollywood’ Mann to a centre-forward role that had really caused a stir. Could the old gun-for-hire still cut it, up there in the rarefied air of the opponents' D? But he hadn’t yet scored for the club since joining from the German national set-up?

Clearly, it was a masterstroke, as Jon time and again identified, isolated and neutralised the Peterborough defenders, leaving enough space that even Dom could slip through and bag a cheeky hat-trick. He's an acquired taste but fair play to Nelson - he did get a jug in.

Wizard had clearly forgotten his wallet though. How best to avoid having to borrow the £13 necessary to purchase four pints of Milton Brewery’s finest? He tried every magic trick in the book to spirit the ball from the right post past the left, only slipping up the once to accidentally score.

Somewhere amongst all this, we even managed to bang in a short corner; Dan Loy ably deflecting the ball high into the net on his reverse.

By this point, Annsy and I had spent a good few minutes on the half-way line discussing how nice it was going to be to keep another clean sheet. Danny overheard and wandered over to add his two-pennies’ worth. Little did we realise that the Peterborough captain had snuck round the back and was lining up a rasping lifter. Hearts were in mouths until he aimed his shot wide, but somehow Gower in goal thrust out his stick to make a wonder 'save', clawing the ball back into the net. One in a million and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer fella.

I feel bad now that every member of the match-day squad has been mentioned except Engine. Erm…he was pretty good at collecting the match fees.

It was also great to see Spike on the touchlines, taking over from previous part-time manager, Oven. The king is dead. Long live the king.