Firstly apologies are owed for the overdue report on this game. After making a bold claim in the pub that i would shave my ball bag if Digica lost this season i have been in hiding in Prague where they do not look down on a man with the nut sack of a four year old.

Details of the game have faded from a combination of time, drink and very low self esteem which is why the following must be brief. The hightlights of this significant clash however will remain in my memory forever - and are as follows.

Digica started brightly and took a well deserved lead in the early stages of the game. A delicious corner was floated into the box where non other than Rob "the salmon" Burden applied the kind of finish we're growing used to seeing from the defensive powerhouse.

More and more chances fell to digica and the impressive Burden could have doubled his tally before half time were it not for some super human reflexes from the forum keeper. Before too long however Premium found their rhythm and soon started to play their own brand of fluid football more than matching the Digica men (except Burden who was still performing on a plateau unbeknown to the other mere mortal personnel on the clifton pitch).

Without the influential talisman Booth, Digica were without a prayer, and this showed as the not so mighty Blues conceeded another 8 goals in the space of 7 minutes. I actually wasnt at the game but pretty sure this is what happened. After Burden's goal, through no fault of his own and only due to his small brain, made him believe that he was now Peter Crouch and had no need to defend, thus conceding again and again, with the now back three left helpless. Game Over.

Digica responded with an influx of Elephants riden by chickens, on as substitutes and the midfield deciding to play O-Natural, tackle out, skins. The barbed wire on the half way line coaused countless problems for the Digica massive and the countless forages into no mans land produced only sacrifices for God's children. The pink Pyjamas mand by the Digica Supporters only increased the erotic feelins oozing from Mark Emmerson who formed a love affair with a lost spider found somewhere near the opposition D. The offense began to pound the defennse in the final third and Digica failed to cross the midfield centre line as lee cowlings ladies fo the nightthe waved fondly old blue eyes was left alone with only th thought of rob burdens shaved scrotum as comfort against the hun.

Who cares what really happened. the point is we lost. and next time were not going to lose or you will all be bummed.