So we all awoke on Saturday and looked out the windows. No snow, no ice, no rain, no blizzards, no tornadoes. There was a serious danger that the game was on!

With Histon sitting high in BSP and Borough not having kicked a ball in anger for, well it felt ages, the happy throng of Sports fans made their merry way to Cambridgeshire.

The last time that Histon had played a league match at home had been over 70 days so one would have thought that their pitch would have been pristine for having been rested that long. Well it looked green enough before kick-off but within minutes of action it was obvious this grass was going to rip to shreds. My mind went back to the game where Histon humbled Leeds and to be honest the pitch still hadn't recovered.

The phrase 'hoofball' was invented for such surfaces. Trying to play smooth, passing footy was not really an option, as we found out to our cost. Histon were obviously comfortable on it and didn't try any through balls as everything went "World War One" (over the top!). Two very unusual Hooky howlers meant we had an uphill struggle and on a ploughed field it was even harder. It made me chuckle as before the game they appealed for fans to help tread the divots back down but wouldn't let us join in. You just can't help some people!

The heavy going took its toll on both teams with twisted joints and exhausted legs paving the way for substitutes. This gave an added four minutes which proved our undoing. Still we all agreed we would settled for the draw from the offset.

A funny thing happened on the way to the ground.(breathe easy Tony!). On our arrival we were told we couldn't have a drink in the clubhouse, yet at the end of the game we were to be welcomed with open arms. Very odd indeed! I guess with the game drawn we weren't considered a threat!

All in all a very uneventful trip and indeed not the most blog-worthy week at the Lane.

I made one very, very foolish mistake whilst writing this. Never try to use MSN whilst blogging. Two very good friends from FaceBook offered their help and here are their contributions - you cannot fail to smile.

From Penny Marjoram: Football is not to be taken seriously. It's only a bunch of well over-paid blokes kicking a ball round and around. I can do that and it's only a soddin game, not life!

From Carole Beail: The football player was really a cricket player and didn't know he had to kick the ball, so he used a tennis racket that he had used to brush his teeth with. (the rest I have had to censor!) All I can say is thanks girls for all your help, and making the blog take twice as along as normal. Love you both really!

Kiddie awaits us this week end then a mid-weeker at home to Oxford. It's my birthday next wednesday so six points gift wrapped will be a nice pressie. See you all in seven days.