It is perhaps an indictment of the opposition's quality to say that Logica only playing with only nine men made for a very even match. However, it is simultaneously a sad indictment of the declining enthusiasm for Sunday morning football in the Logica squad.

In the first half, Logica played the only way they could with two less men. Defensive containment proved surprisingly comfort- able, whilst razor sharp, lightening-quick breaks looked the most likely way to break the deadlock. Indeed the Jades employed a clever tactical ploy. The ball was given to somewhere in his own half. He would then dribble around the entire Iveys team (and a couple of substitutes for good measure), before planting the ball in the back of their net. This gave the other eight Logica players a much needed rest. After two successful applications of this tactic, the Logica captain considered perhaps removing a few more of his players to make things a little more even. However a goal for Iveys just before half-time brought back a touch of reality.

Such arrogant thoughts were soon turned on their heads as Iveys drew level with an own goal early in the second half. The culprit was none other than the red-faced . A harmless free-kick seemed well over the Captains head, but he somehow managed an enormous leap to flick the ball perfectly over the advancing in goal. More eating of words and further embarrassment arrived with the next Iveys goal. Logica's gallant three man defence was dissected by a good passing movement which finished with a well placed shot again which left helpless. Astonishingly, Iveys were ahead and a big, if somewhat unusual, upset was on the cards.

The nine men of Logica drove forward. 's injured ankle was becoming so painful that he could hardly walk. 's hangover was beginning to take effect. Despite this, the heroic nine summoned up the strength to create chance after chance, all of which somehow managed to evade the home team's net. shot tamely from 15 yards; the excellent debutante sent a good header just wide; created some chances for himself which he just failed to convert.

Time ticked on. With just minutes left a slice of fortune saved the day. found himself clear with just the keeper to beat. On this potato-field of a pitch it was no surprise that he mis-hit his shot, but it somehow squirmed past the on-rushing goalkeeper, and bobbled tantalisingly onwards just reaching the goal-line before defensive boots. So a hat-trick for , and a point for the nine men of Logica.