Even sides and a tense start with a grinding stale mate for the first twenty minutes. No one splattered Paul and Jay went down more times than a McGoos brass, claiming foul play when in fact it was clearly the work of hidden snipers.

The deadlock was broken and the whites managed to head into a half time lead at 2-0 before a quick fire reply from Tom into the bottom right leaving Bren like a shot down Fat Fokker (Wolfe) (German WW1 plane for those who don't get it) lying prone in a WW1 trench.

The very energetic Egg chaser Peter ran himself into the ground with a man of the match performance, while Harvey's cool head pinged passes that turned the Yellows attack into much needed defence. Chris covered front to back, and unlucky not to bag a goal after rounding the keeper only to see his shot cleared off the line.

Mike the mountain, now lame with a strained leg, watched despairingly as Bren threw a long ball over his head for a quick fire settler and the game now becoming out of reach for the Yellows. Andy dominating the midfield with goals with his right foot and left, almost managing a full hit with a header which was cleared from under the bar. Nick showing trickery on the ball with a deserved goal, it was only ever going to be a landslide victory as the top knot Samurai Jonny is heard to call out 'Come on lads, we can get more'!

An aggregate score of 11-2 to Bren, with Jay managing to maintain his run of having never won as captain lending to the motion that the wooden spoon and losers cup may be left with him for consecutive seasons.

Man if the Match is Peter, who didn't stop running and managed a rare goal as reward for his efforts.