Matt Le Tissier.

Francesco Totti.

Lee Trundle.

Men who turned down countless offers from rival clubs to become legends at their adopted homes, recording huge numbers of caps and breaking all sorts of records.

In a week in which the club's centurions (players that have made over 100 appearances for Cambridge South) held their first celebratory dinner, it only seems fitting to mention here the exploits of some of those on show in Saturday's pre-season encounter away at the impossibly lovely Culford School walled garden pitch.

Our day began with the realisation that the M2s team kitbag, complete with balls, cones and bibs, was not actually in my possession. This was no barrier to a comprehensive warm-up though, so long as the youngest and trimmest members of the team removed their shirts to allow us to play a traditional game of 'skins' versus. The five Mr Darcys more than held their own against their older and more robust teammates, and after several minutes we even found a couple of hockey balls.

At this point I need to admit something. I have a problem. A Tom Anns (154) problem. He is the crutch that I just can't shake. Last week's absence was too much for me to bear and so he was immediately parachuted back into our backline, re-established as the damp and fetid centre of our rearguard efforts. Darren (26) looked less than amused, but thankfully Allsopp (33) was on hand to distract him with cake.

It was a warm day. JJ (38) and Oli (0 - because we only count competitive appearances) had the right idea, rotating on and off for each other at left back and leaving everyone else to stretch out their legs and lungs. Chris Walsh (104) and Jon Mann (60) were working hard in midfield, retaining possession just long enough for me (105) to give it away.

If you have never been to the walled garden pitch, you will not know that they have a rather professional looking timer on the far side of the pitch. It is just like watching on the telly, except you can't pause play when you need a wee. Anyway, it must have been broken because the first 35 minutes took ages.

The second half got off to something of a dodgy start, when I gave JJ the eyes and then ignored his pass, allowing the BSE forward to ghost in and flump the ball under Darren.

Unfortunately we were a bit too tired to mount a comeback by this point, which was a shame as I'd told the lads before the game that we were going to measure success by the amount of goals we scored. Ali (122) and Jimmy (15) carried the fight, whilst Jack (193) and Tom B (0 - see earlier) launched shots at goal, but in truth the home side probably had the better chances (including one bizarre left post miss from approximately six inches out).