A game mostly played in Hertford’s half, but with a scoreline which tells only one story, that of Hertford’s dominance. Dominance mostly through raw talent and moments of individual brilliance. But peppered into the mix was some fabulous rugby, and a team try which ranks high for try of the season.

The moments of individual brilliance are long. Tom R’s two tries, near carbon copies of each other – a feign to pass, sudden burst of acceleration and sprint to the line. Eddie’s quick tap and score from 40m out, with a ludicrous number of Fraser-esque slaloms and stiff-arms. Matt’s gallop from halfway, Toby’s stupidly brilliant step and Tom B’s out and out pace. All tries. Add to that Chris and Harry’s lineout victories and Ben’s priceless kicking off the tee.

In defence, tackles of real ferocity. Ollie with a bone shuddering front-on, stop-you-in-your tracks. Tom C hanging onto ankles. James making the ugly beautiful. Ernie with a try-saver and Ben with two tackles to make you wince, the first to smoke Amptill’s wing and the second a sprint back to cover the break. In defence and attack, there was plenty to keep Hertford comfortable.

The rugby in between the individualism was at times breath taking, led by Bobby who played from nine as le petit general (but with an Anglo-Saxon accent). A commanding performance, moving the team from left to right and with the vision to take the play exactly where Amptill didn’t want to go.

Fitting then that Hertford’s finest moment should be started and finished by Bobby. A pass to the blindside to put Tom B into space, who offloaded to Harry, running a fantastic supporting line, who smashed through Amptill’s final defender before offloading to Bobby to take it under the posts. An awesome try.

The eighth try of the day came from more quick hands and swift interplay. With Sid moving at speed and breaking tackles to take play from the halfway line into the opposition’s twenty-two, the ball was moved forward again and again before Tom P reached over.

Another almost came soon after as Josh put Sam through the middle, who was brought down centimetres from the line. Classic helter-skelter stuff from Hertford.

Yes, there were moments we’d rather forget but the game, although lacking in tension, was deeply, deeply satisfying. Next and final stop is Hitchin.