Hoorah! Let the bells ring out as the Shambles finally find another win.

With only a team thrown out of the league below them, the Shambles turned up hoping for a winning display. Thankfully Lady Luck was feeling frisky with the Shambles again and duly obliged.

The Shambles opened the scoring through Craig, who is finally getting back on the goal trail. Of course Dave's blinding pace makes it difficult for anyone else to get to the ball first.

The game was being evenly contested, but this week the Shambles were showing more teamwork and determination to get into shooting positions than in recent games. However they conceded an equaliser, much to their disappointment.

Shortly before half time came the moment everybody came to see and the opposition fear, Dave "the Exocet" decided to join the fray from the bench. He did not disappoint.

Receiving the ball to the left of goal as the Shambles attacked, struck by a moment of inspiration, Dave whipped his little dink out and used it to caress the ball toward goal.

Whether the goal keeper was traumatised by this sight I don't know, but he got it all wrong. The ball effortlessly crawled passed him (this reporter had time to go to the bar and order a drink and eat a packet of crisps at this point), and came back to see the ball collide with the inside of the post  and dribble over the line. Dave celebrated in his usual style, a style that he would use even if he had scored an own goal as he does not care which net it goes in, he just likes scoring.

2-1 at half time.

The second half saw a similarly contested game. Both teams sending the ball wide like Steve Harmison on a bad day. The Perdiswell staff were pleased that some of the cobwebs were removed from the high corners!!

Following a long range back pass to the keeper, but not getting there, a Horse player duly converted a GIFT HORSE, and equalised.

Darren made a fine save using his face. Looking down from the reporters gantry, as he laid spreadeagled, his facial expression was one of a doped up student staring at the stars.

The Shambles were galvanised, but found the winner rather fortuitously as Horse conceded an own goal via a misdirected backpass to the keeper (just to balabnce it out) under prssure from Dave. May be they were scared of seeing Dave's little dink around their box, I know I would be.

Final whistle, 3-2 to the Shambles. Well Played.

Good to see Chris return after a holiday. Chris, I'm sure I saw the walls curving inwards as you struggled for breath in the second half, extra circuit training for you.