It might be viewed as a respectable score-line against the current league leaders, but Logica put on a strangely lack-lustre and insipid display that was in stark contrast to their recent spirited resurgence. Wanderers were able to wholly and comfortably dominate the match without ever really creating too many clear-cut chances. But meanwhile Logica mustered just two efforts on goal, coincidentally with practically the last kick of each half, and this virtually aimless effort meant that two well snaffled goals early in the second half were enough to guarantee Wanderers all three points long before the final whistle.

Things did not bode well when was forced to retrace his lengthy steps to the groundsman's hut to try and locate some goal-netting. But having found the net for the first time in over three years, the style-conscious finally made it into the arena only to be greeted by the horrific sight of his model amateurs donning the most garish of outfits. Red and black jerseys, green shorts and yellow stockings was a fashion statement that even tat2U might have thought twice about uttering.

Misleadingly, Logica started brightly, and there was at least some style about their play. Newcomers and added bite and skill, and Logica pressed, closed and generally harassed early doors, such that it looked like Wanderers were in for a torrid morning on a bad surface, in a swirling wind.

Unfortunately this impetus only lasted for five minutes. Thereafter the table-toppers were given time and space to pass and stroll to their hearts' content. But despite dominating, Wanderers created few real openings, as their main attacking threat, a pacey left-winger named Lance, was ably contained by . The gaffer simply stayed on his feet whilst Lance fannied himself into a corner, and so effective was this shrewd tactic, that Lance was forced to swap wings for the second half (although unbeknownst to him, was simultaneously forced to retire at the interval after a severe attack of indigestion).

in goal was called upon to make two excellent saves, tipping fierce shots first over the bar and then around a post. But the game remained goalless, and on the stroke of half time Logica created a great chance to take the lead. Some rare snappy passing saw the home side advance neatly to the edge of the box, but the move seemed to have broken down as the final pass was directed straight to a defender. Somehow, though, the ball squirmed under foot, and was left with a clear run on goal. The first touch was assured, but an attempt to slide the ball under the advancing keeper's body met a sharp reaction and a vital block.

Who can say how the game would have gone if that chance had gone in? But within ten minutes of the restart, the morning became all but pointless for Logica. failed to catch a high, hanging and swirling cross, and despite the Logica keeper's brave and painful attempt to recover the error, the loose ball was rammed home by a gleeful Wanderer [0-1].

The unfortunate gloveman appeared to have made amends shortly afterwards with a brilliant full-length save to stop what had seemed a certain goal. But the save was almost too good. A finger-tip past the post would only have yielded a corner, but somehow got a whole hand to ball, which thus stayed in play, and again it was an attacker who reacted the quickest to fire home the rebound [0-2].

Logica were now penned back into their own half (their own last quarter mostly) by the strong wind, competent opponents and their own lack of conviction. There was still some fine defending to admire however, most notably two sublimely timed tackles in the penalty area by and as Lance twice came to the boil, as well as an uncharacteristic adeptness at defending corners. Generally the two Hattons produced fine defensive displays, perhaps spurred on by an unspoken threat from the sidelines of being sent to their bedrooms without any tea if they did not.

As the game wandered to its inevitable conclusion, Logica briefly found a pulse. had increasingly taken charge of the home midfield, and a last-gasp long ball was only half headed clear. The ball dropped to , who, spotting the keeper in no-man's land, had in a trice struck a sweet first-time half-volley from 30 yards that was sadly just a fraction too high.

The final whistle followed immediately, and what had been identified by in his Survival Masterplan as a 'bonus game', merely found an uninspired performance offering a three-point handout to the Wanderers. The club's next four games, starting with the vital double-header against Bragança in a fortnight's time, were all identified as must-win games in that plan, and that is still very much the case.