Those games finished Old Wilsonians 1 Bank of England 1, QPR 6 Hatfield Town 1 (Girls) and FC Travellers 7 Sambas 1. That’s 197 this season and 5,089 all told.
On Saturday afternoon a 40-minute train journey from Charing Cross to Hayes in Kent, stopping everywhere, took me to a Southern Amateur League Division Two fixture at Old Wilsonians. This is the club made famous by after-dinner speaker Bob "The Cat" Bevan, who played in goal for their Seventh XI.
In fact, I could have watched the Sevenths because they were playing on the next pitch. But I went for the "live" game and had an opportunity to chat briefly with Mike Brown, the AFA secretary who was acting as physio to the Bank side. It was, he told me, virtually a "top v bottom" fixture and the Bank would do well to get a result.
The game kicked-off in driving, horizontal sleet. I could feel it doing me good. Bank were "under the cosh" for 15 minutes but kept a clean sheet (or sleet) and actually played very well after that, certainly meriting a draw. The crowd was an estimated six.
Sunday morning was strange. I turned up at Perivale with their five pitches and found the whole place deserted and the changing rooms locked. So it was one stop on an empty tube to Greenford with their four pitches, where I found the whole place deserted and the changing rooms locked. But the pitches were dry and it wasn’t too cold.
Then it dawned on me. There had been some kind of nuclear holocaust and I was the only person left alive. It was truly the end of civilisation as we knew it. But who had been driving the trains? Some horrible mutants with scarred faces?
Well, not exactly, because I returned to Greenford at lunchtime and saw QPR Girls about to kick-off against Hatfield in front of 22 assorted mums and dads. Thank heaven for little girls, as the Frenchman said. The ref wore a woolly hat, just like mine, and after one QPR goal, some of their players celebrated by linking arms and doing a high-kicking "can can".
Within five minutes of that game ending, another one began on another pitch nearby, featuring FC Travellers and Sambas (West End) in a Birkbeck Centenary Invitational Cup quarter final. I immediately sensed a "cup tie atmosphere", even though the attendance was a slightly disappointing three.
From my perspective there was a serious contender for "goal of the season" in this game. Travellers’ No.10 hit a right-foot volley from out on the left with such power that I’m sure I saw sparks flying. Within a hundredth of a second the ball had thudded against the back of the net, just under the angle of post and bar, to bring applause from both teams.