Red Adair.......Trumpton Fire Brigade...........People famously brought in for putting fires out.

Me....Graham Watts......Brought in anonymously to light the vanishing fire in the Shambles.

Mystified by the comprehensive defeat last week, I decided I had to show my face in a managerial capacity, having been unable to play thus far this season.

On arrival, the majority of the Shambles were assembled, as usual HRH (aka Chris) was nowhere to be seen (no doubt polishing his sceptre and crown jewels on the throne again!!).

Before the kick off I thought I would try and give the team a motivational chat. At this point I empathised with Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense. Although i was talking to people, in reality, no one could see or hear me. so this is what it is like to be dead??

Now the boys went in, no more time for me to get on their nerves again.

The game was underway. Things started off evenly as both sides sounded each other out. However, some teasing play around the goal mouth by BJH's best player produced the first goal, 1-0.

The next few minutes were evenly contested. Up in the Gods, I began to wonder whether the team remembered that we had 2 substitutes. Knocking on the window to get a reminder to them, I was duly ignored. I thought I must be dead, but surely the bloke I was talking to in the gallery cast doubt on this. or was he a ghost too??

Eventually we used our subs, the second being Dave, by which time poor Ade was ready to join me in the spirit world.

Flash's arrival did the trick, as he ran on to a fine through ball by Chris (when did he turn up??), 1-1, a great goal.

This lifted the Shambles game.

Now for the second half. The Shambles were working well for each other now. Dave was noticeably running, yes running, to defend an attack at the back. Either that, or he'd dropped one of his chocolate bars and was worried the oppo might find it first.

Suddenly the Shambles teamwork paid off. Ade scored 2-1, Ade scored again 3-1 followed by James 4-1.

In the final few minutes, the Shambles tried to hold the ball in BJH's half, a tactic which worried me. instantly the momentum was broken and BJH started to pile on the pressure. Consequently, the Shambles got bamboozled and BJH curled one in the top corner, 4-2.

However there was no time left as the ref blew his whistle.

A greater team performance produced a deserved win for the Shambles, and this manager was able to return to the netherworld with a smile on his face.