I know it is someone elses job to write this sort of thing these days, but I don't particularly want to do too much work this morning, so off we go...

I woke up in Wakefield at Joe's house at about 920am on Sunday to be greeted with a series of swearwords as it became clear that our squad of 15 was down to 10. And Tim.

After a completely tomfoolerous cab journey during which the cab driver admitted that he didn't know where Huddersfield was, myself and Joe arrived and thought we'd registered the side successfully, bought a cup of tea and said hello to everyone. So we had a smoke and waited for everyone else.

Danny arrived with three more players and Tim, Ali was stuck on the way from Liverpool with a horse on the line - (they'd delayed the train by an hour to go and get the horse) Mick was in a car park in Coventry with John hoping for more players....

So by 1130 we were surprised to have 10 players and an old SBA mate Ade from Leeds helping us out up front. The goalkeeping jersey was mine by default, John McCutch and Tim were markers with Ross sweeping, Martin on the left and Mick on the right, with Lani Joe and Danny central, and Ali and Ade up front for our 1st game against the hosts.

I was a bit hungover for the first one, but after about three minutes Huddersfield finally got the ball and wellied it over the top. There's a bit of mis-communication between me and Ross. "Pete?" "No - away!!!" "AWAY!!!"... Eventually Ross decides to clear seemingly aiming towards the corner, but shanked it a bit, sent me the wrong way and ball over my shoulder. I turn round to see the ball hit the crossbar and rebound unerringly to Tim who completed the clearance. No recriminations whatsoever, because we're all laughing too much.

John McCutch, distraught with the defensive tomfoolery going on around him, picked the ball up about 35 yards out, miscontrolled it for a bit and gave it a spanking of pain, top left corner. 1-0 SBA, John giggling, Huddersfield disbelieving. Half time, and more giggling about the defensive nonsense. Second half and Danny scuffs one in at the near post, Ade scores with a low Vassell stylee finish and Ali wins a challenge with the keeper, stops the ball on the line and gets down to head it in. The midfield take a kicking for the rest of the game.

I'm then told that I need to go and register the team - despite giving the hosts a 4-0 seeing to - there is some concern that we are not officially there.

We only have to avoid defeat to go through as winners of our group of three, and Scunthorpe, our next opponents also need to avoid defeat to go through. We recruit David Bowie lookalike Dave from Leeds to go up front, and he won a lot in the air for us. Scunthorpe are a good IFA side, prominent in the league and we did (to a large extent) make sure of it in not conceding. I had to make a save, which went over the bar and looked cool, except for the fact that I was trying to push it round the post. 0-0 and SBAFC through as group winners. Time to text and tease Banjo.

Quarter finals and it's a game against a Brentford side we've met before and helped out at Leicester once or twice. After a tight first half, Lani decided it was time to end any tomfoolerous quarter final exit potential, ran around for a bit and scored left footed from about 20 yards. From a long goal kick (yes, assist!) John McCutch (now playing up front because we've recruited Joe from Scunthorpe to defend) makes it 2-0 with a cool cool finish. The midfield have successfully evacuated Danny to wing back and brought Mick in to central midfield. Sighs of relief all round.

Semi final and Sheffield Wednesday and I'm thanking God that Danny's credit card has bought a bottle of Bushmills because it's the only way for a keeper to keep warm. Ade from Leeds is back in the job of trying to make Ali look good, up front, and we spent 29 and a half minutes absolutely dominating Wednesday, without scoring. I have one sort of one on one save to make, but it was from a narrow angle, and easy. Eventually with both wing backs pushed right up and six people in the box, Martin decides to go on a walk rather than cross it. He politely mosied into the area, when a Wednesday defender runs across and nails him. Martin has pushed the ball five yards ahead of him (pass or cross??) and I heard the slap of boot on thigh from 80 yards away. The ref rightly gave a penalty, but the bloke that committed the foul is not (to say the least) convinced. In the same situation, given that the guy has just out his team put with 30 seconds left of a semi final, I would have been upset myself. I sent Ross over to extricate Martin from an awkward situation, and then Tim to go and get them both. Danny, cool as you like slots the penalty and it's Luton in the final.

In the mean time Ade completes Leeds' schedule for the day, and returns to play the final up front. It transpires that he's a postman & after playing 8 30 minute games of footie, has to be up at 4am.

We're a bit quiet in the first half of the final and at 0-0 at half time have a talk about what we've done to get this far and what the point of it was?! Second half and the same story as the semi as we dominate but can't score. Extra time. The is where Lani decided he's had enough tomfoolery and cutting in from the right beats two players & nails one in at the near post. 1-0 SBAFC. To avoid further tomfoolery Lani then played virtual personal keep ball to prevent Luton from getting it. 21 players & three officials watched. There were two rather strange moments as a well hit but errant shot clipped Ross round the head and diverted towards the top corner. Like rooting though, goal keeping is all about positioning (where to keep the Bushmills) and I was able to catch it fairly easily. I'm counting it as my 3rd save of the day. Then, with two minutes left in extra time, 1-0 up and happy to see the clock off Tim decided it was time to liven up proceedings by going on a Banjo-esque run to the far left corner. The funniest thing about it was that the entire midfield held (except Danny) and watched from inside their own half with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement. Then with the Luton keeper about to clear the same midfield parted as Tim thundered past to get back into position. "Oh, only 2 minutes left in the final, I'd better go for a run?" The ref blew for full time and we collected a rather marvellous trophy for the second time at Huddersfield....

Lani was rightly voted player of the tournament, Mick came second - the only time he was second to anything all day - and Ross immense in defence third. The defence provided by Tim (forced to play himself for a change and faultless) John McCutch (who found time to bag a couple of goals as well) and Ross was frankly unfair at this level. We didn't concede a goal in five 30 minute games. The midfield all contributed hugely, Lani most prominently, Danny always willing and coolness personified with the semi final penalty, Joe always available and working very hard to win the ball. Mick covered more ground than most people cover in a season, always finding the pass and making the tackle. Martin was excellent defensively and won the all important penalty. Up front Ali chased a thousand lost causes, neatly brought the midfield into play and deserved more than one goal. And we wouldn't got anywhere without the assistance of the Leeds Lards Ade, and Dave and Joe from Scunthorpe.

I drank Danny's Irish.