Having collected together eleven players, more by luck than judgement, Logica proceeded to get walloped 5-1 in our now cliched game of two halves.

Ten very relieved Logica players were glad to see the unexpected arrival of Mark Pace in the changing room at 10.20am to make up a full team. Boosted by our good fortune, we then tried our hand at a bit of pre-match by psychology by changing into all white Real Madrid-alike kit. Given our opponents pretentious moniker, this tactic would surely undermine their sense of superiority before we even kicked off? Who was going to be Ferenc Puskas though, the world renowned Galloping Major, the archetypal lard-arse Sunday morning lookalike who happened to win a hatful of European Cup medals?

Two further debutantes, Mark Heaney and David Obiorah, took our players used this season to over 30, and it is still only November, and hasn't even got cold yet. Heaney's route to the famous red and black shirt seems to fairly well sum up the demise of the club. He was the proverbial Sunday morning 'mate' who was goaded into playing to help out. Indicatively, the player whose mate he was, failed to materialise himself! Although we should be very grateful as Mark had an excellent game and caused their defence plenty of problems when he ran at them. Meanwhile, Spence had opted to play in goal, clearly frightened by the publicity that the Dublin-Wright England striking partnership achieved last Wednesday with their combined age of 64. The previous week, Logica's perennial striking force of Abbott and Spence had weighed in with a combined age of 68 and four goals to boot.

For the record, Logica played well in the first half against a Real side who had outclassed us back in September with a slick passing game. Logica posed most of the threat and took the lead. Abbott sent Jon Clarke away down the right. Clarke skillfully beat his man, got to the bye-line and had the vision to pull the ball back to a loitering Abbott. From ten yards out, the ageing striker clinically swept home his seventh goal in the last five games. Close to half-time Clarke himself had a great chance to increase the lead but the Real keeper pulled a brilliant point blank block. In the ensuing melee, the Real centre-half clearly pushed the ball away with his hand. The referee, whom the Real players addressed throughout by his first name, did not give a penalty. Almost immediately Logica conceded an qualiser when Hatton could only head a dangerous corner into his own net.

Two futher goals conceded from corners early in the second killed the game as a contest. Logica went through the motions thereafter, and Real PSV were able to add two more goals for a 5-1 victory. The fifth goal did at least have a certain comedy value, well at least if you weren't called Spence. An innocuous cross was played into the Logica penalty area which Appleyard astutely read. Covering ground quickly he elected to volley the ball away for a corner. He made almost perfect contact, but unfortunately his crisp volley smashed straight into the face of Spence a few yards away. As our Scottish goalkeeper collapsed to the floor, the ball ran to a Real striker who tapped home into an empty net.