The scene of our second game of the season was one tinged with anger and regret. Four months earlier, we had somehow lost our last game of the campaign after leading 2-0 at half time. Images of conceding deflected goals off Eggy's bollocks will live long in the memory.
This was the perfect time to get a little bit of revenge and try to somehow score a goal against Portslade's back 4, goalkeeper and linesman.
Frow were quite literally a different outfit this time, sporting a new away kit and additions to the management team in the form of Brett Caiger. Big Ron could now look to his coaching staff with a wealth of footballing knowledge, not least his Director of Football, William Irwin.
Signs that Big Ron had heeded advice seemed clear, as he copied Irwin's famous 4-3-3 that had served the team so well (with the exception of Copthorne). It seemed the Gaffer was doing all he could to stay in Irwin's good books, aware of the upcoming review meeting before he jets off to Lanzarote.
Also spotted in the crowd was Matthew Burroughs, strongly linked with a move to Frow this summer. With the deadline now passed, Frow hope the paperwork is all done, with it just a matter of time before he leaves feeder club Lingfield. Some papers speculate that Burroughs is desperate for attention, whilst others say he's negotiating petrol money. Time will tell.
And so we started brightly, with summer signing Ross Jones forcing his way into the box, as his deflected shot found the roof of the net. We'd been here before though, so no one was counting chickens.
Alex Evans had scored his first ever goal in 11-a-side football this pre season, but there was still pain behind the smile as a competitive goal eluded the left back. But - alas, it would elude him no more, as once again his bollocks came into action.
As Diego Holah brought the ball into the box from the right hand side, he fizzed it low and hard across the goalmouth. Who was there to convert? Eggy of course, and this time the pain was worth it.
With Frow at 2-0 and looking comfortable, a peculiar figure emerged from the Portslade council estate. Fearing a drunk or a local (it's usually both), the old man spoke.
"Who's your number 10?"
After confirming the player's name, he then backed away into the distance, scribbled on a notepad and walked off. We only hope we can hold on to Diego Holah, who's now expecting a call from Ardingly Thirds.
Frow continued to press and completely controlled the tempo of the game. The midfield three of Dawes, Benton and Garcia were quite simply exceptional. The back 4 were solid and composed, and our front 3 were dangerous.
Jones then found himself wide on the right with seemingly nowhere to go, but somehow dribbled in and out of two players, laying it on a platter for Monnery.
The magician did what was expected of him, with a simple finish. Frow led 3-0 at half time.
The second half proved less fluid, with Stevens making a couple of really good saves. Some 1 on 1's were then spurned, as Frow played with less conviction and slightly took their foot of the gas.
It wasn't the end of the party though as a nice move found it's way to man of the match Gillian Williams, who deftly finished with the outside of his right boot.
Just a couple of minutes later, Gil's performance was typified as he relentlessly chased down their winger in the closing seconds. The Portslade gentleman was exasperated.
"Where the fuck are you playing mate? You're everywhere!"
The young man was right.
And so we look to next Saturday with a huge game away to early league leaders, Cuckfield. Frow know they'll have to be at their best to get the right result in this one. If we can replicate much of our first half performance, then it will give us a good chance.
Up the Frow.
