He received the ball from the lively Peter Creed near the opposition twenty-three and with a swift shimmy he was away from his markers. 'Where shall I go?' he thought. How about across the top of the D, leaving the defence (and his own team) puzzled. After a few more silky touches it was time to get serious. Into the D, through a couple of defenders, just because he could, and now how about a shot? Good idea. His stick was a blur; the ball felt that. A millisecond later the net bulged. Goooooaaaaallll.

Alex Pashley: man or superman?

Minor detail…St Neots were already three up, mainly through their star centre forward, Sean, ably assisted by their other star centre forward a.k.a. "Number 62 please would you take a break now for a bit of a calm down."

For a while the wonder goal reinvigorated the home team, who laid siege to the St Neots goal. Skipper Greaves was denied by (i) a defender's foot, stopping a goal-bound two yard bobbler (dead-eye Shahbaz Ali made no mistake with the P-flick), and (ii) his own foot, subtly touching the ball shortly before it was whacked net-wards. Not subtly enough.

At three-two Camb South were playing well, using the space, passing more incisively and moving with pace. Then St Neots grabbed another two goals to make the scoreline more lopsided. This was a bit unfair on the home defence, with guest keeper Joe Whittaker making a series of fine saves and deputy Man of the Match, Shahzad Ali, blocking, tackling and epitomising the attitude and application that the M5s will need in the league next season.

As far as today is concerned…almost, but not quite. The league leaders knew they were in a game but ran out deserved winners.

Anyone know how to clone a Pashley?