Charles 'Charlie' Charles, provides a jinking run down the right flank. He drives left, then right, left again then right before stopping, resting his foot upon the ball and giving his defensive opposite number Fred Lumpkins, a sporting chance of catching him. Or so it seems, because caddishly, he pokes the ball through the defender's legs, circumnavigating the centre back, before whipping in a ferocious cross. Thundering towards the box is the statuesque Harvey 'The Harvester' Harvester, who rises to meet it akin to some terrifying flying raptor; his moustache quivers feather-like in the chill spring breeze. Full-blooded is the connection with his granite head that leaves the keeper, Paul 'Paws' Paulston, helpless, his pipe hanging limply from his mouth like a flag at half-mast, a visible marker of his abject defeat as the ball crashes into the billowing net.