As we watched St Neot 1's stream into the changing room from the comfort of our cars there was 1 thing we realised they had over us- power plaits and long athletic looking coats. This was on top of the 34 point advantage, 73 goal difference from us and 10 places higher than us in the league...

Anyway we g'd ourselves up and out the car ready for an onslaught and telling ourselves that it's the turning up that matters and what will be will be.

In the changing room a few dared to Don the power plait with others sticking to the tried and tested power pony, there was whispers amongst the gals of maybe this could be the comeback of the season and maybe we will in fact win the match. A stirring team talk from captain Tess put some underdog confidence amongst us- as long as we communicated well we didn't care what the result was.

Onwards we went, warmed up and ready to go. 10 minutes went by and I dared to look at my watch...10 minutes a few defensive shorts and yet the score remained 0-0...were our joking of a comeback really coming to fruition...only time will tell. Playing a sensible game, taking a leisurely strife to collect any balls and taking our time on any frees going with the tactic of running that clock down. End to end pitch play and it reached 32 minutes and still no goal. A very specific umpire and a very mouthy defender resulted in a defensive short at 33 minutes. A goal. Was the comeback over before it started?

Half time murmurations of this is actually some quite good hockey from us in and amongst queries of that's definitely their 1st team on the pitch physically but something wasn't working for them...

2nd half started with a quiet confidence, if we keep the scoreline 1-0 we're doing something right. End to end action again with some promising looking attacking shorts. However some scrappy nonsense by St Neots saw them push another into our goal. The comeback was slipping away, maybe this was it, all over they were going to to start tallying up the goals.

But no. Another attacking short and a well placed stick by Connie saw us push the score to 2-1! Shrieks from hannah on the sideline, we feared Connie's gran may be deafened...or was she our lucky mascot.

We pushed some more but alas the comeback was not quite to be as st Neots tapped another in through Zoe's thighs. Extra pizza was consumed at teas in the hope of reducing the thigh gap for future comeback tours.

It wasn't a bloodbath and we walked pff that pitch feeling 10/10 not least because some long time south members had just realised the match reports were required by Monday to have a chance of appearing in the Cambridge Independent.

Stirling effort by all with pom worthy play from newcomer Katie doing absolute bits in the centre with a unreal workrate.