With the kit cock-up delaying the kick-off of the first match, the second game was farcically short at twenty minutes each way. A non-descript affair was settled by a controversial goal in the first half. A goal-mouth scramble ended with a Star forward carrying the ball forward with his hand for some seconds, before letting the ball drop and striking it past an incredulous . The referee was uninterested in vociferous complaints, although it does not reflect well on him that he missed such a blatant infringement.

After this Logica could summon up little enthusiasm for a game which would have no effect whatsoever on either teams' final league position. In the second half, came out of goal but made no impact. In contrast, the luckless elder-statesman , taking over the number one jersey, found his first task was to pick the ball out of the net, after a point-blank volley. And so the season whimpered to an anti-climatic end, and the Logica players were left to retire to a local hostelry to reflect on where it all went wrong.