Look, I'll be straight with you: on paper, this should have been a formality for Jesmond. They arrived for Matchday 6 sitting second in the table and playing with the kind of effortless confidence that usually makes the rest of the league feel quite small. Beeston, meanwhile, have spent their first five games fluctuating between brilliance and absolute chaos. Honestly, the vibes suggested a comfortable away win.

Then came the 24th minute. Jean-Baptiste Levavasseur found a pocket of space and delivered a ball that seemed to linger in the air just long enough for Mensah Mensah-Boateng to connect. It was a clinical finish in open play that shifted the entire complexion of the afternoon. It wasn't just a goal: it was a sudden, jarring reminder that Jesmond are human.

So here's the thing: once Beeston had the lead, they didn't try to do anything particularly ambitious. They simply stopped the bleeding. Jesmond spent the remaining hour looking increasingly like a team that had forgotten how to unlock a door. There were flashes of the quality that put them in second place, but it was mostly a series of hopeful crosses and a general sense of bewilderment. It was a very specific kind of frustration, the sort where a team dominates the ball but manages to achieve nothing with it.

“They arrived for Matchday 6 sitting second in the table and playing with the kind of effortless confidence that usually makes the rest of the league feel quite small.”

Mensah-Boateng, who has been a constant thorn in the side of the league since his double-contribution against Acton on July 27, looked entirely satisfied to spend the second half jogging in circles and occasionally reminding the Jesmond defence that he was still there. It was a performance of immense efficiency and very little fuss.

Jesmond will probably tell themselves they were the better side, but the scoreboard is famously indifferent to such narratives. They leave with nothing and a bruised ego. There is very little time to reset, as the next matchday arrives tomorrow.