Its a game we expected to win, and it took quite a poor performance to lose it. A series of injuries, late shows, no shows and poor shows did not help our cause, but one player stood out on a day otherwise best forgotton.

Richard McWilliam was a continuous threat down the left flank, combining pace, great dribbling skill and no little vision to provide most if not all of Logica's best moments. Twice in the second half he embarked on swift incisive runs that left defenders in his wake, and which culminated in shots that were just inches wide; the first a pile-driver that was just too high; the second a sublime lob that clipped the top of the bar. And these were typical of McWilliam's superb contribution which earned him an emphatic 78% of the votes cast.

The players were not slow to recognise the left-winger's dangerous tendencies, and at half time implored each other to get the ball out left to McWilliam at every opportunity so he could run at the Everyman defenders. Our modest Man of the Match complained that at thirty three he was too old to be doing all this running, a view that met with scant sympathy with the lag elements in the team. Nevertheless he continued to taunt the opposition for the remainder of the match, and earned himself what is almost the ultimate accolade afterwards: "He's like a Reevaldo with pace" admired one anonymous onlooker.