The games were Hanwell Town 0 Wingate & Finchley 4 in the Middlesex Senior Charity Cup, Athletico Chips 3 Audit Commission 4 in the London League, Bank of England 2 Brent 0 in the Alan Day Volkswagen AFA Senior Cup, Brazen Head 2 Fat Cats 1 in the West End (London) AFA League Sunday AM Challenge Trophy and Barnet 1 Dagenham & Redbridge 0 in The FA Women’s Cup.

Hanwell were a couple of galacticos short for their tie last Tuesday. Their regular ‘keeper couldn’t make it either and the right-back took over between the posts.

He made a brilliant leaping save to his left to deny Wingate just before the break but was then beaten four times inside 15 minutes at the start of the second half. The game had started 15 minutes late; I’m not sure why.

I always like going to the Bank of England Sports Club at Roehampton; it’s a place which has happy memories for "The Barber". When I first worked for The FA in the early ‘70s, Sir Alf’s England squads used to train there and I often had to rush over in a taxi with extra kit or balls for Bobby Moore and co.

As liaison officer with visiting national teams a few years later, I took the Danes and Uruguayans for training sessions there. Players like Laudrup and Francescoli were involved then.

The pitch used by the Bank of England’s first team on Saturday was the very same one where Uruguay once played a bizarre practice game against a police team from Wandsworth.

The train was packed from Waterloo but I thought they can’t all be going to my game; in fact they were all going to Twickenham for the rugby. The crowd at Roehampton was a slightly disappointing six.

At kick-off time (1.45) Brent were two players short. One of them rushed through a gap in the hedge to take his place just as they started four minutes late; the other one turned up 22 minutes into the game.

The Bank, who were expected to win easily, pounded Brent’s goal in the first half but the visitors became adept at scrambling the ball away. The clean shots from distance, mostly by the big No.9, whistled inches wide of or over the goal.

A few minutes into the second period the same No.9 received a pass on the edge of the box, flicked the ball up a foot or so off the ground and volleyed it expertly into the far top corner.

Another goal in the 89th minute completed the scoring at 2-0. 10-0 would have been a fairer reflection of the play.

Then a quick walk back to Barnes station, a train to Waterloo and tube to Paddington had me in front of the TV at home at 4.43, i.e. two minutes before the start of England v Argentina.

There doesn’t seem to be such a thing as an "ordinary" game against the Argentinians; this one was packed with drama too. My impression from the games I watch at all levels is that most goals are scored in the last few minutes; a case, I think, of players losing concentration when they get tired.

Since my last piece, by the way, someone has pointed out that you can’t be on first name terms with a dog unless your name is "Ralph".