A competent display by the ten Logica players who bothered to turn up against by far the worst opponents we have ever seen (they had been placed in our division by mistake apparently!).

A misleading impression of player mobility was afforded, not by exemplary space-making on the field, but rather by late arrivals off it. Starting at 9 v 10, Hatton strolls over after about fifteen minutes to temporarily provide numerical equality. An eleventh Wanderer soon materialises, but Clarkey maintains the balance via a bloody clash of heads. His unfortunate opponent has to leave the field, whilst the severe hammer blow appears to have had no effect on our esteemed leader's bonce (fill in your own punch-line here).

Logica make very heavy weather of the first half, scraping a 1-0 interval lead via a snap-shot on the turn by Abbott. The second half sees Logica finally exert their superiority, and two "goals" by Johnson unleash a minor avalanche. His "first" is from a Woolhouse corner, glanced into his own goal by a hapless Wanderer, whereupon Johninho's eyes light up as he follows the ball into the net, and from fully three yards over the goal- line smashes the ball the remaining half-inch against the net. He then wheels away excitedly exclaiming "Gooooooaaaaallllllll!!!". Nobody is fooled.

Johnson's second/first is a tap-in, as an excellent run by the impressive Gildea results in the keeper only being able to parry his blistering drive. Gildea needs no help to add a fourth, and then Abbott slots home a penalty for his second, despite the three year old Johnson rushing up excitedly with squawked pleas of "Let me have it! Let me have it! I'm on a hat-trick!". Much sulking as a result of Abbott's professional approach. Woolhouse is now desperate to get his goal, and a typically mazey dribble is accompanied by a defender shouting "He won't pass - he'll shoot". Indeed so, and a deft clip inside the far post (a la Dalglish v Brugges in 78) climaxes the rout. Wanderers consolation goal (sadly their first of the entire season), did nothing to dampen high spirits.