Never was the lazy punditry that 'it's a game of two halves' more apposite than during Manorbier's home fixture against Camrose last week.

Saint and Greavsie, were they still gracing our television screens and somehow covering the third tier of Pembrokeshire football, would have also no doubt concluded that 'it's a funny old game', had they watched Manorbier transform their fortunes in the space of just 30 minutes, thanks to the rampaging performance of a young Jake Webster.

Following yet another week of what could be generously called inclement weather, Manorbier decided to take advantage of their new pitch north of the road (special thanks to Mike Brown for leading the efforts to re-instate this hallowed turf), so as to preserve the Wembley-like baize of the main pitch, and also to explore the relationship between a smaller playing surface and their new 3-5-2 formation.

With a side formed of increasingly youthful and exuberant recruits, a fluid system enabling the interchange of positions between what are effectively seven forward players filled the home supporters with optimism that they were about to witness a Barcelona-esque display of pass and move.

After 45 minutes, however, the experiment looked to have failed, with Manorbier seemingly having perfected the art of passing to the opposition, not moving, swearing, mis-timing tackles and not running very much. Not unlike Celtic.

Camrose, with at least one father-son combination in the team, were playing far the more coherent football.

The wet pitch was quickly torn up by the desperate lunges of the Manorbier midfield and defence, but Camrose maintained a neat passing style which crafted a first goal, and then a few minutes later they drilled a free-kick into the top of the net.

At 2-0 down, Manorbier looked more ramshackle than at any point in the last couple of seasons. It was ugly, with an 'F'.

Manorbier's transformation for the second half was so stark, that it is rumoured that WADA are now investigating whether the orange segments served up at half-time contained nandrolone. But the catalyst was not a stimulating barbiturate, rather Jake Webster, who came on like a man who had just had a month's worth of Vix Sinus Spray, and made his mark with a monstering performance, to rescue the game for the 'bier in 30 short minutes.

First goal, a dink over the top by Blackwell, Webster volleyed it left footed into the bottom right corner. Second goal, Blackwell drilled in a shot from outside the box. Third goal, Webster (inspired by his salmon pink jeans) rose like a salmon at the far post to nod Manorbier into the lead, and the fourth goal, for the Webster hat-trick, was slotted with aplomb past a 'keeper who is now seeking counselling.

By the end of the game, Manorbier were utterly dominant. Carl, in nets, had been little more than a spectator for most of the second half. McWeeney and Grover looked nails, Askew had orchestrated from sweeper with Beethoven-like calm, Williams became impassable, Lane and Goldie were up and down the wings like an electrified London-Swansea train, Aaron and Blackwell buzzed around the midfield, Hall artfully kneaded the attack into shape, whilst Spic had played the Dwight Yorke to Webster's Andy Cole.

A great victory, and an even greater fight-back.

In the absence of a report last week, we were unable to publicly pay tribute to Shay, one of Manorbier United's most loyal and loved supporters, who recently passed away. For many years, he was at the heart of the club, and no-one would have enjoyed Manorbier's incredible second half performance than he. Rest in Peace Shay, you are missed by all of us.