With the late addition of Ed to the roster, a league game was confirmed. It was time for the second leg between myself and Andy, after a brutal 6-1 first leg.

Just as the final name was placed on the team sheet, the temperature plummeted further and the sleet started to fall. At this point, we all cursed Ed under our breaths.

The first half of the game was evenly balanced. The Whites took advantage of a shoot-onsight rule, while Gary and Cush from the Yellows were passing in triangles all over the pitch. As we approached half time, the score was 2-2 and I was beginning to accept that my dream of entering the Captain’s Cup was slipping away.

The Whites heard my rally cry and we pushed forward. From then on, the Yellows’ goal was under a barrage of attacks. The post, Graham, and Ed’s tired, worn-down body stopped the game from being an even greater 'white'wash.

A lot of effort was put in by the Whites and it was much deserved. The final score was 7-2 (8-8 on aggregate). As we walked to the penalty spot, Andy stated, like Will from The Inbetweeners, “I thought it was safe.” In hindsight, I should have borrowed Bren’s gloves as Andy dominated the penalty shoot-out to confirm his place in the Captain’s Cup and mine in the Duffers.

MOTM has to go to Bren for making some crucial saves. Once again, the outfield players (on this occasion Gary) refused to come to the ball as you delicately rolled it towards his feet — lazy swine!