Compiled with the help of a supremely casual onlooker.

After two consecutive defeats, Logica dug out a much needed victory against Gardeners Arms to revive their wilting promotion aspirations. However, whilst the three points keeps us in touch with the leading pack, the victory was less than convincing. Against initially nine, and then ten Gardeners, Logica dominated as one would expect, but despite some occasionally cultivated groundwork they failed to yield the bumper harvest of goals that an expectant Don-o-Drome crowd and their numerical supremacy demanded.

Despite some early-week fears regarding availability, the Supremo was able to name a good-looking squad (strictly in the footballing sense, obviously), with most notably Sandric Loriot returning to partner Jon Clarke in the centre of midfield. Debutante Gareth Byrne enjoyed another scenic tour of south-west London but this time managed to find the ground just in time for kick off. However, there was a late blow for the gaffer when new goalkeeper Richard Booth was forced to pull out of the squad at the twelfth hour, with Harry Gill unselfishly agreeing to don the gloves.

The Supremo was not sitting on the fence after the previous week's disappointing defeat. His ruthless reaction was to demand his players turn up early for the game in order to prepare properly, and the squad reacted positively with even Brown hauling his ass out of bed before 9am. This thorough preparation seemed to have sown the seeds for success as Logica started brightly against a disorganised Gardeners outfit. Banoub was the first to blossom as he burst through with spring-heels to latch onto the first chance to shoot, but scuffed his effort straight at the Arms keeper.

The home side indicated that they were no shrinking violets, and despite being numerically challenged, they took a leaf out of Logica's book by attacking at every opportunity. A swift Gardeners counter-attack yielded a corner from which one of their players rose completely unmarked to head wastefully high, much to the disgust of Hatton Major according to our man in the gantry.

For the next half an hour Logica set up camp in the Gardeners half, but despite a succession of raking attacks, they were unable to reap any end product. Clarke, Loriot, and Hatton Major all got to shoot from outside the box, but the Gardener's foxy glove man could not be beaten. The budding strike duo of Nich and Noobie seemed to be getting chances in spades, but just couldn't quite seem to plant the ball in the old onion bag.

A succession of corners was similarly unproductive, even when one managed to find its way through to Groom on the border of the penalty area. Despite a clean strike, the Supremo mowed his volley a foot over the bar. Much of Logica's threat stemmed from the normally agricultural Brown, who this time out was ploughing a sharp furrow down the left channel. One move saw the Wolverhampton wanderer beat his defender before firing in a cross that evaded the keeper but also, unfortunately, the diving head of Fazel. Later Brown embarked on a run that left a bevy of defenders trailing in his wake, but after a slight misunderstanding with Loriot, the wing wizard could only poke a shot straight at the keeper. On the other wing, Field was also causing regular havoc, beating his man time and again for sheer pace.

As half-time approached, Gill was called upon to make his only testing save of the morning. A Gardener was cropped twenty yards out, and the resulting free kick ricocheted around the box before falling at the feet of the Arms striker. The shot was blasted goalwards, but somehow Gill managed to clutch hold of the net-bound effort. So at half time, Logica were still goalless and Groom did not hedge his bets, applying a strict policy of rotation. Alloula got his chance in the middle of the park, with Field the unlucky man to make way, whilst Marsh replaced the Supremo himself.

The Gardeners had sprouted an extra player during the break, but this was not enough to alter the Logica domination. The visitors continued to squander chance after chance, and as time wore on, a nervousness began to creep into their play. Fortunately, a touch of class from Clarke eventually broke the deadlock. A good move down the left freed Fazel as the Scotsman made a blind-side run into the box. But had the runner been seen? He had, and the Logica striker sent over a pin-point cross that was met by Clarke with a sublime volley which swerved around the keeper [1-0].

The flood-gates should now have opened, but instead the Gardeners stemmed the flow and even put together a few attacks of their own. A series of half-chances for the home side had the Logica defence looking a bit nervous, and this was exemplified when Marsh somehow managed to beat Hatton Major and fire a cross into his own penalty area which fortunately the Arms forward put wide of the upright.

It required an old head to calm the Logica nerves. From a corner the ball deflected off Banoub 's arse perfectly into the path of Jeff Hatton. Cool as a cucumber, the Logica defender plants an unstoppable shot into the roof of the net from fifteen yards and the result was beyond doubt [2-0]. The game petered out thereafter, enabling Logica to collect a much needed three points when the final whistle blew.