The M4 team from Cambridge South
Spent all day on the road to Louth
Despite a resounding performance they lost five nil
But the hardest thing to swallow was the bitter pill

When John Gourd got a green for too much mouth
He carried on whinging and was asked to stop
By the home umpire in a yellow top
The irony of this card
Was that our Lemon had been trying hard
To encourage all fellow players not to strop

The journey was ninety-six miles
Leather seats not helping Oli’s piles
But the conversation was good
Probably coarser than it should
But we arrived on time with cramp but lots of smiles

At half time we were four goals down
And Captain Jan addressed the squad with no frown
We can pull this around was his call
If we get all eleven men behind the ball

Nelson Tang was our hero in goal
His saves dug us out of many a hole
Without him it could have been ten
He kept thwarting the Lincolnshire men

MoM Phil played with passion and grit
Without him (and Andy) the game would have been forfeit

We had some chances to score
And pick ourselves up from the floor
But JJ’s flick from a short was inches away
And Paul’s deflection the Louth keeper kept at bay

Louth were a wonderful team
Some of their play was an absolute dream
They’re much too good for our league
But we kept them at bay despite our growing fatigue

We lost the second half one zero
We played as a team, each of us a hero

There’s a lot to take from the game
Next week we need more of the same
The pasta tea was one of the best by far
Only spoilt by the lack of a bar

The prospect of the journey home made us weep
But before long most of us were asleep
The drivers carried a heavy load
But got us safely back to Long Road