Louth is far away, really far.

Listening to Norwich play football isn't the best hype-track.

Bhav didn't appreciate Tom's calves.

Jim's pre-game teas were excellent.

Louth's sideline looked like it had been painted by a drunkard.

Craig had a silly hat.

Mike nearly killed the skipper with a random aerial to his face. Luckily, Xabi is a secret ninja and dodged it.

Pearson missed another open goal. He claims that it was occupied by a goalie… we are doubtful.

We scored from a short corner: slip to John, then back to Pearson for the goal.

Stu is a dribbling machine, much to the despair of his teammates.

We didn't play like champions… but who cares…

Mike smashed his hand. "It looks like my hand has a fat suit on."

Tom managed to set up their centre forward with a deflection away from his manhood, straight past Colin. Luckily he managed to catch up and block the shot.

Jason touched the ball four times, about a touch per 1h 15m of travel time…

Craig scored a cracking goal from a tight angle.

DJ Colin had a bumpy start on the way home but soon started smashing it with the tunes.

Graveling is a legend for driving all the way to Louth, and pulling over for a sorely needed pitstop.

Congratulations to Dave and Helen on the birth of their new baby boy!