As my head bounced merrily off the roof of Matt's car on a dim Saturday afternoon, we debated the likeliness of the game being called off after all. The rain flung itself down upon us as we zipped along those undulating miles of bepuddled tarmac, grey the only flavour of sky in sight. To the surprise of us all, the rain stopped as soon as we arrived in March, and the pitch was actually pretty decent. Perhaps that ominous start followed by fair skies was a sign of things to come.

We came into the game confident, our 100% league win record giving us such conviction that an unnamed player may have suggested we try to ban one of the March spectators from Long Road just because they had a dog at a hockey pitch. Alas, our prideful exuberance was swiftly tempered as we conceded early in the first half. With heads shrunk back down to normal size, we could now look up for long enough to start finding a few nice passes. Well-worked down the line, the ball found Charlie who ran the baseline into the D. Then, stretching in front of two defenders, Jamie arrived at the P-spot just in time (unlike for the Long Road meet) to sweep the ball between the keeper's legs. Straight off the training ground, 1-1.

Unfortunately we did then concede two more goals in the first half, one of which was a tomahawk to the top corner from the March forward doubling up from the previous game, sending the crowd into raptures. Not much you can do about that. We remained positive at half time despite being 3-1 down, confident that we had the right foundation to get something out of the game. And so we trotted out to do it all again, but the other way round this time.

Hope came early in the second half in the form of our slick short corner routines. All it takes is a brilliant assist (scuffed shot) from Jamie for Charlie to pounce upon, like a cat on a bowl of whiskas, and our deficit was halved. Another short corner, and Charlie struck once again, stepping up for the drag flick and rocketing the ball through the keeper's legs. It was suddenly a lot quieter on the touchline and a lot louder on the purple side of the pitch.

And now for the coup de grace - with five minutes left we worked it out from our 16 to Jamie, inside to Josh, back out the other side to Charlie and into Josh once more. Striding into the March D, Josh stared down the keeper, forcing him to commit to the ground before lifting it over him with the frosty coolness of Jean-Claude Van Damme sipping a Coors Light. The ball hung in midair, spinning, dipping below the crossbar to find a welcoming embrace in the back of the net. Even more impressive than the early goal of the season contender is the fact that Josh resisted the urge to knee slide in front of the home fans, opting for a far more restrained shout of triumph that I can't print here. All that remained was to see the game out, with Andy opting to hold up the ball by the corner to tick the seconds down, the final whistle sealing the emphatic comeback win.

Although I've only really mentioned the forwards so far, there were in fact some other players on the pitch. It was a truly great team effort with just the single sub, and a really solid defensive performance to complement our goalscoring exploits. This is exemplified by man of the match going to Martin for his masterclass at the back - legend has it that upon getting home on Saturday night he found a March forward, still in his pocket, playing with his keys.