Hockey first, easy lemon later:

The game was always going to be tough. Poor availablity had meant the M2s had to raid the M3s of five players, it also meant playing a backline of midfielders, and a midfield of forwards.

Long Sutton then procede to start the game in flying fashion. Scoring the first goal in under 30 seconds, and the second a handful of minutes later. This was mostly down to their young pacy forward with a cracking reverse.

Nik gained a 5 minute rest after comfirming with the umpire that they had indeed seen that foot. But south solidified and held on.

Their 3rd goal did eventually come, and it was after this effort George realises that the ball is the worng colour to be seen today (any other day this has lemon all over it). After the umpires sort out switching the ball from orange to yellow, the game resumed, and this did actually lead to George making a string of fine saves (and claimed a few MoM votes). Next time I hope that realisation comes before the first goal.

South then strung a good series of plays and even winning a few shorts, and after this spell of pressure managed to grab a goal with Will arriving at the back post to steer it in.

Long Sutton grabbed their fourth on the counter as South continued to press high to try and get themselves back in the game.

Halftime: Long Sutton 4 - South 1

The second half unfortunately started much like the first, South conceding two goals in quick succession. This followed by South continued to search for more goals, leading to another goal or three on break.

Finally in the last 10 minutes south grab 2 scrappy but battling goals. Constant pressure from the forwards not allowing Long Sutton to clear there lines. Ollie getting the final touch on one, and Jacko the other, although Jim did attempt to confirm it over the line (which again any other day would have been worth a vote or two).

Final score: Long Sutton 9 - South 3

Man went to Puds, for a tenacious performance, great distribution, and excellent work rate throughout. 

As for lemon, sometimes it's nice when to get it sorted at the start of the day. It's less nice when it's you. It's even worse when it involves throwing up into a carrier bag in a moving car. The easy lesson to learn, this is what's the harm with "go on, one more". (Also I should note, good thing I wasn't in Jim's car, there was talk of it taking to the air over the fenland roads...)