The first half was a complete bore, both sides performing sub-par hockey, probably due to most players being distracted by Simon Ta's honorary media team taking flash photography.

Anywho, four minutes into the second half the opposition's tactics to take out our skipper came into action, with an audible clunk of a hockey ball to the skull being heard at either end of the field followed by screams for ice packs. The game was suspended for a good thirty to forty minutes while the medics arrived and Matt was whisked away. During which time, some savage words from Ash in regards to his greater concern for pizza than his captain's welfare duly earned him a lemon. Matt's commitment to using his head before stick, thus preventing what would have been a goalscoring opportunity for Peterborough, rightfully earned him MoM.

With a secondary set of wise words from the second in command, South launched straight on the attack, eager to get one for the captain. These words proved fruitful as a mishap from the Peterborough centre-back allowed a quick break at the front from Ash with a slick slip to Simon Ta and South were up in glory. One-nil.

Simon Ta's celebratory rolly polly gave South some much-needed momentum as we went on attack after attack, playing a neat game of passing and moving but sadly not scoring.

For his last appearance Alex B, with some bizarre movements similar to what a dog does before it defecates, would repeatedly run around the ball before hitting it at sixteens. Nice to see what he learnt at South.

However, our persistence was eventually rewarded when Oli A was granted a penalty flick. The team had plenty of confidence in the young man as we had just witnessed him spend the majority of the "Matt K interlude" practising his flicks. Two-nil.

With only thirteen minutes to go, it was looking pretty rosy for the South side but it seems the only colour Ollie K could see was green as a nudge and shove saw him sinned.

Peterborough City, feeling a bit desperate for a goal at this point, abandoned their technique of passing the ball to anyone and started giving it to players who could actually score. Two-one.

With around three minutes left to go, South must have thought a passive-possession game would be enough. It wasn't, as a clean strike from the opposition led to Darren having to try and save the ball and resulted in it eventually being pitter-pattered away into our own goal. Two-two.

With time running low, South immediately went back into a flying attack; it was an effort to be proud of but just too late in the game.