A new season, a new regime, this time under the command of Colonel Troll and Major McComish. After a rousing team talk (which included a distinct lack of knowledge of human anatomy) from the Colonel, the dream team took to the field.

St Ives were hot on the attack and it wasn't long before they had scrambled a couple of goals to take the lead. The Lamming sandwich, with Ali as the cheese, was deployed in midfield and definitely managed to slow the opposition attack, providing the Major with a shot on goal only to be denied by the opposition. St Ives managed another goal before half time leaving us 3-0 down at the whistle.

It was time to rally the troops. Jelly babies and a change in formation would surely win us the game! The second half brought out the competitive nature in some of us, earning the birthday boy his new nickname 'Lumber-Jack' as he tried to cut through the opposition's weaponry but to no avail! So we took to the skies, aerials were dropping like bombs on St Ives (except in Joe's case, who had a little trouble at first) but we just couldn't manage to hit the target.

Despite our sturdy defence of Janette, Tom, Laurie and Laura, and Will's great effort in goal, St Ives managed a pretty incredible individual goal followed closely by another team effort! Drastic times called for drastic measures. Clearly the front line was tiring and having no luck, so what better camouflage tactics than to put two defenders, Diane and Naomi, up front! The best chance came from a great run between Joe and Wilco to Colin, who crossed to Diane, who did what great backs do and cleared it away from the goal!

The battle ended and the dust settled. Although South fought valiantly the 5-0 score line did not reflect our efforts.

Back to the drawing board!