[Double header match: see report of the first match.]

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There's nothing difficult about goalkeeping. You stand between the posts, catch the ball when it comes your way, and shout and point vigorously at defenders whenever they’re in earshot. Simple.

Or so ageing Logica has-been – so often critical of various hapless glovemen from his midfield soapbox down the years - thought before the second half of this double header with Fulham got underway in the April sunshine. By the time the final whistle blew he had revised his opinion.

After a disappointing defeat in the first game of the morning, Logica had been determined to give a better account of themselves in the return match. And despite the aching limbs, they managed to do exactly that, just about shading an evenly contested goal-less first half on points.

and looked solid at centre back, the midfield four had a decent grip on things, and and were putting themselves about to good effect up front. Stand-in keeper was only tested the once, when he coolly (is there any other adjective to use for him?) judged a long-range Fulham effort was not worthy of a dive – and was vindicated as it bounced back off the inside of the post.

But a half-time switch was to prove fatal. ' decades in top flight [Surely some mistake? Ed] football were beginning to take their toll, and he volunteered to take the green jersey in a bid to stave off cramp. Retrospectively, a man recovering from a recent broken arm and with a pulled muscle in his back was not the ideal candidate for the job. It wasn’t long before his ineptitude was exposed.

A Fulham free-kick from the right was over-hit and looked like a regulation overhead keeper's take. But a combination of swirling wind, glaring sun, and possibly even a localised earth tremor, meant could only make a kitten-weak flap with his left hand to knock the ball onto the crossbar. Logica defenders could only watch in horror as a Fulham attacker gleefully prodded home the rebound.

But it's testament to the team's battling spirit that they were level again within minutes. The indefatigable fed , who in turn found in acres of space down the right. Ignoring the shouts for off-side, the surged onward and dispatched an unstoppable drive into the bottom left corner.

The referee's insistence that he'd been played onside by number two was somewhat undermined that there was no Fulham number two on the pitch. However, video replays, if there were any, would show the full-back had been slow in coming out. Probably.

Meanwhile, back between the sticks, could be heard giving thanks that Hoyland had helped spare his blushes. Alas, he spoke to soon.

Another innocuously delivered free-kick was lumped into his box. Showing all the positional sense of a pensioner driving a Reliant Robin in the fast lane, wandered aimlessly out to collect the ball, only to look forlornly on as a Fulham player nipped in and tapped the ball into a completely empty net.

This time there was no second comeback. Indeed Fulham added an undeserved third, forcing the ball home from a corner late on.

The final result in no way reflected the performance. As Logica trooped off they could only reflect with some pride on the way they had bounced back with a battling effort. As for , he trudged home in search of a dictionary to look up the word 'hubris'. And 'fuckwit'.