Swindon B 0 - 6 Royal Wootton Bassett A

Fielding the strongest side of our season thus far, there was no reason for us to lose this game. And that's pretty much how we played, with Swindon dominating possession and run of play for most of the first half. Despite winning more short corners than we've probably had all season - yes, we were in their D that often - the boys just weren't able to capitalise and find a way past their keeper.

Contrarily, Swindon had a goalie who was wearing borrowed kit, as Daniel Bruce was padded up to test out potential keepers for next season. And so it was again late in the half (this feels like a copy-paste from previous match reports) that the opposition were able to break through and find the goal twice before the halftime whistle.

What didn't probably help our defence was Andrew Barron strolling off the pitch at one point, seemingly pointing at his leg. Had the ball hit his foot? Was his shoelace untied? Would he be back? Should we send on a substitute?

Yours truly (I write these, I get a mention if I so choose) picked up the ball just outside our 23 and went on a skillful run through the midfield, skinning their players left and right. It was glorious to behold. Andy Fraser declared from the sideline, "I was there when Rosie skinned half of Bassett!" I acknowledged his admiration with a cheeky grin, as I considered subbing myself off because that sort of run is knackering, even if we didn't score from it.

0 - 2 going into the break. Two bags of Haribo from Owen to munch on while we had our chat.

Mere minutes into the second half, goal scorer extraordinaire Andy Birnie arrived. Aha! Now we'd show 'em. Mad shuffling of subs happened in order to get him on, at which point something was lost in translation because we seemed to have two right midfield players (or was it left) on the pitch. Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle.

Good, now we were ready to get the ball up front and bring the scores level before pulling ahead.
Or so we thought. Wootton Bassett, however, had a striker of their own who was threatening to split the match ball in twixt, such was the ferocity of his strikes on goal. If the phrase "top bins" is something, then you can use it to describe his goals.

Brucie was making himself useful and was saving way more goals than were being let in. With the crowd of supporters trying hard to put the visitors off their game with sideline banter (they looked and sounded suspiciously like the Mens 2s, although this captain can neither confirm nor deny such things), Sam Dharmasiri was buoyed up like a Watford FC supporter watching his team play Liverpool. So much so, he decided to kick the ball away from goal after a masterful save from Brucie. Despite cries of foul and the supporters questioning umpire Nathan Sutton's faculties, a penalty flick was given and Sam shown a card for his nifty footwork skills.

All told, it was an exciting game to watch and even lashings of hail at one point wasn't enough to deter the crowds who came out to show their support.

MOTM goes to Owen Hateley. Was it for his on field skills? Was it for his bags of Haribo? We'll never know.