Ah, Nevin. A man for whom a meet time is merely an arbitrary fixed point in others' calendars. Warm up? What do you think this roll-up is doing, if not warming me up? It's glowing fire at the end, isn't it? Regularly later even than Kerny's Frappuccino, SamWise's jetlagged excuses and Belgian Alex's towel, if not his shoes.

Our visitors this week have had a difficult start to the season and their lives didn't get any better after a quickfire Walsh brace in the first five minutes set the tone for the game. To their credit, Wisbech stuck to their task throughout but goals went in relatively regularly to keep a surprisingly bulbous crowd at least partially entertained. Jog-avoidance was much to the fore, as Mingis, Nelson and Nev also made sure they bagged a lovely pair but not a full threesome. Mummy had clearly told them not to be greedy. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Polge managed to burgle in his first league goal for the club.

At the other end, George managed to avert the away side's only meaningful attack using mainly his head, but not in an intellectual way. The Engine was puffing up and down the right and Allsopp was chatting away to anyone that would listen. Eager for some attention, John predictably crunched someone in central midfield. Anns had downed nineteen Blue WKDs by this point, somewhere in south west London, but in doing so he definitely contributed to our defensive solidity in his own way.

Next on the horizon is our first trip to the cabbage wastelands of Lincolnshire. Bring it.