This third consecutive defeat was by far the most dispiriting as Logica were trounced by a competent but unspectacular Golborn side, who ironically played in a replica of Logica's white strip.

The home side's main asset was a tall strong striker who had the pace of Linford Christie and the footballing skills of Pele. Well, not quite. It was Logica's sprint champion, Captain Clarke (Surrey Under-15's, 1992), who had the task of marking him for the day, and although it was clear early on that our leader would have his work cut out, the contest became a non-starter when Clarke pulled a hamstring after only ten minutes.

In characteristic fashion, Logica attempted to lull the opposition into a false sense of security by conceding possession at every opportunity. This nearly worked as mistakes gave Logica a couple of half-chances, but Abbott and Lambert each failed to get the final pass to the other quite right. Golborn, meanwhile, excerpted constant pressure, which Logica regularly released by means of a well-organised offside trap. There was a smidgen of inevitability, though, when the Golborn forward finally sprung this trap and emphasised his quality with a superb low finish just inside the far post. That the score remained only 1-0 at half-time was once again due to a combination of great Wildsmith saves, poor finishing, and a goldfishesque inability of the Golborn forwards to remember that Logica were playing the offside game (about two dozen goldfish caught in the net).

Without a substitute, the hamstrung Clarke had to soldier on after the interval, but Logica began to feel that, despite the immense territorial inferiority they had suffered, they were far from out of it whilst only a single goal down. Fate could not resist this one, and five minutes after the break Logica were 3-0 down, and well and truly out of it. Golborn's excellent forward scored one and made the other.

Fate stepped up a gear and delivered a double-whammy. Just as they began to give up the ghost, Logica pulled a goal back to set them thinking once more. A rare passing combination found Abbott with the ball at his feet. His flick dissected the defence and fell nicely into Lambert's path. Logica's only goalscorer this season was still far from goal, with an acute angle, and a less than cute goalkeeper to contend with. However, a blistering low shot from 15 yards found the one gap available, and the ball crashed in off the near post to make the score 3-1.

There was still time for Golborn to miss a few more chances, Wildsmith to make a few more saves (the pick of these being a full-length finger-tip around the post) and for Golborn to score one more. The Golborn centre-forward completed both his own hat-trick and Clarke's misery with a blistering turn of pace and shot. The dressing-room after the game was a deathly silent place, as each and every player contemplated not so much the dreadful scoreline, but more the way in which we had played. Drastic action would be required quickly if the season was to be retrieved. What was needed, was a scapegoat.