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The call went out, and it was answered. The wise Supremo was struggling on Friday with just ten players for this vital match against bottom-placed Ironprint. The Lag network was activated, and the old fat blurks were not found wanting. Step forward Malcolm Dick, with one arm raised.

The previous week Logica had suffered a humiliating 6-1 defeat at the hands of lowly St Augustines. With Dick supplying a wealth of experience together with that legendary defensive organisation, Fleming knew he had a man who could do a job. The Supremo supplemented this call-up with a subtle tactical switch, as Logica reverted to the old fashioned 4-4-2 formation. The result? 5-0! A clean-sheet and five goals, which gave Logica by far their most convincing win of the season.

Straight from the kick-off, Logica grabbed the initiative with both hands and quite a few feet. The ball was won in midfield, and a flowing move was immediately under way. Reeves played the ball into Abbott's feet, and the efficiently coiffeured forward flicked on deftly into the path of his strike partner Banoub. As the Teessider ran on to this inviting pass, his shirt was tugged and he tumbled to the ground. The referee had no hesitation, and pointed immediately to the spot. Abbott stepped up and calmly sent the keeper the wrong way (1-0).

Buoyed by such an early lead, Logica continued in the same vein for much of the half. Gautam and Wood in the centre of midfield pulled the strings, prompting and passing, as well as giving excellent cover to the back four. The defence was strictly orchestrated by the legendary Dick, and despite a rash of corners won by Ironprint, the Logica back-line held unusually firm. Trovato was winning everything, and the full-backs Hatton and Mainwaring were even finding time to get forward and support a threatening attack.

The better chances were created by the visitors, with much of the threat coming through the excellent flank merchants, Reevaldo and Taylor. The Walsall Wizard in particular was able to cast many of the mesmerising spells that he keeps tucked away in his vast bag of tricks, and he caused the Ironprint defenders great problems throughout the ninety minutes. Banoub was getting into great positions, and on a number of occasions turned his markers inside out. He was unlucky not to get his head on a cross from the right as the keeper missed the ball, and late in the half danced past defender and goalkeeper only to over-run the ball.

The second goal came from a typically sharp break down the right. Craig Taylor robbed a dallying full-back and the ball was moved quickly to Banoub. He touched back to the on-rushing Taylor, who slid in to win the ball just ahead of the last defender. As the ball ran across the edge of the penalty area, it was Abbott who took command of the situation, and curled a low first-time shot wide of the exposed goalkeeper for his second goal (2-0).

Despite half-time warnings against over-confidence, Logica started the second period a little glibly. But in minutes they had scored a third goal, which helped to concentrate the mind. Abbott played the ball to Taylor who was free on the right, and last week's debutante burst past the last man and fired in a shot which the keeper just managed to push onto the post. But there was no stopping Taylor, and he followed up swiftly to thrash the ball home from close range, and score his first goal for the club (3-0).

Dick was still marshalling his troops to great effect, and despite some periods under pressure, Trovato, Hatton and Mainwaring held firm. A couple of penalty box melees required some brave defending as Wood, Trovato and Hatton threw themselves in front of goal-bound shots. Fleming was in fine form as well, and his handling was exemplary. Ironprint's best chance came when their forward broke clear and struck a low shot towards the far post. Fleming made a brilliant one handed stop at full stretch, and as another attacker closed in to tap home, a telescopic leg belonging to Mainwaring appeared from nowhere to whip the ball off his toe.

Logica added a fourth goal from one of Craig Taylor's dangerous long throws. The ball bounced through to Gautam, who swivelled and struck a fierce shot that the goalkeeper did well to parry. But it was Reevaldo, showing a latent striker's instinct to be in the right place at the right time, who was on hand to bury the rebound (4-0). Gautam was not to be denied, and shortly before the end of the game, prompted by Wood, he strode forward purposefully to strike a well placed left foot shot wide of the keeper from twenty five yards (5-0), and round off a most satisfactory morning's work by Logica.

Logica could have added to their tally as well. Earlier in the half Banoub had fired a vicious twenty yarder just wide of the post, and late on Abbott curled a left-footer even closer to the upright. And Damien Sutton came off the bench to add some extra fizz on the right, just as the Logica players were beginning to tire a little.

But even more satisfying than the five goals scored was the fact that Logica kept a clean sheet. And this was in no small way down to the defensive nous of Malcolm Dick. It has been a long time since Logica's back line has been so vocal and so disciplined, and it will come as a big surprise if he is not the first name on Fleming's team sheet for next Sunday.

When the call came, Dick responded. A true Legend.