Here’s a rundown of last week’s five matches that brought me up to 207 for the season, my highest total in one campaign and it’s still only March: Invisible 2 Rothschild 3, Clapham Old Xaverians 2 Old Salesians 0, Old Theonians 1 AFC Clapham 4, Birkbeck College 2 Dynamo Kebab 2 and Athletico Chips 1 Warner Bros 1.

Saturday’s final at Carshalton FC drew a larger than anticipated crowd to Beddington Park (well, by me anyway) and some of the Old Salesians supporters were wearing caps and scarves in maroon and gold to brighten up a dismally grey afternoon.

The rain started to come down ten minutes into the match and got progressively heavier.

I watched part of this final from the clubhouse, wedged in with a couple of dozen others, and heard comments suggesting that they were finding the match equally as disappointing.

One said "I think the players have given up goals for lent", while another launched into one…"I’ve just turned 50 and if you gave me two or three games to get back into it, I reckon I could play in this. It’s that bad".

Salesians did manage to put a few attacks together in the last 15 minutes of normal time but found the Clapham ‘keeper in tip-top form.

Then it all went pear-shaped for them during the extra half-hour, first losing their No.6 to a red card after a bit of a "dust up" in the centre circle and then conceding a goal in the 112th minute.

Clapham made it 2-0 right at the end, their big No.9 needing about four touches before shooting into an unguarded net from two yards. His joy was unconfined as he charged round the pitch, emitting a kind of primeval scream.

Then it was a splashing-through-the-puddles walk back to Hackbridge Station for a particularly bedraggled superfan. But overall it had been a fun afternoon in Surrey.

On Sunday morning I took a District line tube to Parson’s Green for a rare visit to Hurlingham Park and a fixture in the West End (London) Sunday AM League.

About a hundred years ago I actually competed there – in the Civil Service Athletics Championships Boys’ Race. As an 11-year-old I won an 80 yards handicap and went home with a trophy which I still have.

The running track has now disappeared under grass, though the jumping pits are still there. The "arena" part of the park is used for rugby and was full of little boys in red tops practising on Sunday.

My football match was played on a threadbare end-of-season kind of pitch in one corner of the complex and it had a comical goal to enjoy in the first few minutes.

The Old Theonians centre-half sold AFC Clapham’s centre-forward such an impressive dummy just outside the box that it brought applause from players on both sides.

He shaped to hack the ball clear but at the last moment allowed the ball to run gently through to his baseball-capped ‘keeper. Unfortunately, the latter then let it slip under his swinging right foot and it bobbled on into the net.

Up to Greenford for another match in the afternoon. The same crowd (just me) and, bizarrely, the same referee. He was Diego Gutierrez, excellent in both, adopting a friendly approach and explaining his decisions in a very detailed way when asked to by the players.

He was so appreciated that players who were substituted made a point of shaking his hand before leaving the field, most unusual in matches at that level.

With the rain lashing down that quarter-final tie in the "Whiteley Bequest Invitational Cup" inevitably went to extra-time and penalties. If this is spring, I wish it was winter again.