This is the modern game. Logica disappointingly lose a bread-and-butter league match and all thoughts suddenly turn to next week's huge, massive, biggest-game-since-the-last-big-game, Cup quarter-final against South Wimbledon. Obviously everybody wants to play in the match droolingly anticipated since the draw was made back in December.

Now in my day it was all pretty down to earth. You bought the Supremo a pint, flashed the Marlboro at regular intervals, and idly muttered aloud you were still looking for someone to fill that key role on your project team coding that sexy Fortran 66 subsystem. Nowadays things have changed. The squad all rush off to place their e-votes next to the Supremo's name in the on-line Man of the Match poll. Whatever happened to good old-fashioned, honest, face-to-face bribery?

It has to be said that Groom played a blinder. An immaculate defensive display found the Supremo anticipating his potentially tricky left-winger's every move, with the result that he was invariably in the right place at the right time. The pick of a number of fine tackles was a Hansenesque sweep-and-turn manoeuvre against a pacey striker. The defining moment, though, was a brave goal-saving double-block on the line, first with boot, then with face. It was a bad loss for Logica when our leader had to depart on the hour with a thigh injury, but such a superb individual display should not detract from the faceless brown-nosing of an electorate all eager to claim a place in next week's starting line-up.