Less spanking but more tackles

The college team starts out positively, taking the ball deep into the other half (although it takes you a moment to remember they've changed ends and are heading in the opposite direction on purpose). However, the professional side's greater experience shows as they successfully defend, keeping your girls well away from their goal and swamping them with defenders. It's only a matter of time until they turn the tables, gaining possession via a textbook tackle and racing straight down the pitch before your side has time to get in position.

Unlike the first half, the opposition seek to put continual pressure on your defenders, perhaps spurred on by the clock steadily running down. You have to admire their tactical nous, pushing forwards until they get shut down, then passing unerringly towards the least well defended region to continue their advance. It's a credit to the university team that it doesn't buckle completely, but control stays with the visitors.

Play is on the right wing, with a midfielder (you think) running with the ball towards the goal line, increasing numbers of defenders between her and the centre. You expect another precision pass to one of her teammates lingering near the penalty box, engaging in a battle of wits with the players marking them, but she's getting closer and closer to the line, waiting to show her hand until the last possible minute.

Just when you think she must run out of space, she turns and catches sight of Johanna. Her head jerks up, momentarily distracted (you imagine) by the nude crotch and nipples just a few feet away. It's all the advantage the right back needs, neatly nutmegging the midfielder and sending the ball to be intercepted by the college's team captain, who boots it away, landing at the feet of one of your forwards. The embarrassed player looks justifiably mortified, but even while she returns to her own half, she can't seem to keep her eyes off the young student who tackled her.

For her part, the practically naked footballer is smiling while she repositions, exchanging a few words with the captain on the way. A gesture at her body indicates the topic, but if the other side's as competent as you think, her nudity won't be such an advantage next time.

Play continues much the same as before, the defensive posturing of the first half replaced by repeated feints and attacks on the opposing territory, with relatively little time spent regrouping or passing back to goal. However, despite this, or perhaps because of it, neither side manages to line up a shot for the better part of fifteen minutes and you can feel your attention, grabbed by the intensity of the action early in the second half, start to waver.