It was a dramatic morning as Logica earned their first point of the season with virtually the last kick of the game. Twice Logica fell two goals behind, but twice Richard Qureshi halved the deficit with an excellent strike. Finally Abbott earned himself the chance of glory after some old school trickery saw him being upended unceremoniously in the box. Calling on all of his far too many years' experience, he calmly slotted home the penno to draw the scores level at 3-3.
Far less importantly than the point it earned, this goal was also a big milestone for the elderly forward, being as it was his 200th competitive goal in a Logica shirt on a Sunday morning. By stealing the headlines in this shameless fashion, Abbott also turned the heads of a MoM electorate giddy on nostalgia. One voter summed up this spin neatly: "You can't argue with 200 bulging onion bags!"
It is noteworthy that the striking fraternity dominated a weekly poll usually hogged by glovemen, defenders, and (more recently) the quality midfield quartet. But strike partner Richard Qureshi also earned some plaudits, for those two fine goals and much good work besides as he put in another increasingly confident display in the yellow shirt.
Meanwhile, the man who masqueraded all those years as a forward, but who has recently come out of the closet as a top notch hard-working midfielder, might well have bagged the MoM gong in a less sentimental week. Banoub was once again the all-action hero, instigating both the first and third goals, and producing much worthy of note in between times. "I think the new manager has found his best position after all these years!" barked one anonymous voter.
Despite writing all the headlines, the old man did not have it all his own way. Originally credited with three assists, the authorities were bombarded with a swathe of outraged complaints from a public scandalised that Abbott's elaborate dummy on half way that led to the second goal had been deemed an assist. The award was eventually submitted to the Dubious Assists Tribunal where it was duly laughed out of court, correctly being reassigned to Heath, whose accurate pass to feet from deep in his own half enabled the old man to flourish his non-touch. "What kind of message does this send out to young kids," bemoaned the old bloke. "How can we encourage the next generation of talent to indulge in extravagant noncery when we are seen to be rewarding simple, accurate passing to feet?"