When Jack Alderdice's prematurely balding pate thumped Monmouth's Kingfishers into a 89th minute three-two lead against Welsh Premier hopefuls Bridgend Town from another sumptuous delivery from Dean Palmer, the fat lady reached for her glass of water and started stretching her vocal chords.
Monmouth's footballers had done what their rugby counterparts could only dream of doing and come to the Brewery Field, home of the famous Bridgend Rugby Club and erstwhile stage for greats like JPR Williams and Gareth Thomas, and gone toe to toe with their much vaunted opponents in an enthralling cup tie on a calm Friday night.
It had started ominously for the Kingfishers as they spent the first half an hour finding out what it means to be playing at a higher level despite their steady progress over the past five years.
As Bridgend moved the ball quickly to feet and moved their markers around at will, Town were chasing more shadows than a group of teenage groupies at a Hank Marvin Convention.
And yet strangely the home team were toothless despite boasting an array of proven attacking talent. Williams in the Town goal was tested a few times but nothing too difficult as some of Bridgend's simpler efforts lacked power or direction; sometimes both.
Williams clearly felt a little sympathy for them as, unchallenged from a corner, he failed to gather, toppled backwards and let the ball roll over the line to get a grateful Bridgend off the mark.