Three points were safely nestling in the Supremo's bag after Logica had triumphed 4-1 in the morning's opening encounter. For the second instalment of this double header, Groom shuffled his pack to utilise every fresh limb left in his sixteen man squad. But, as Reevaldo would doubtless verify, it is the second thirteen miles of a marathon that are the hardest, and the Logica players could not take anything for granted, despite the earlier victory.

Groom freshened up his midfield legs with the inclusion of Field and Clarke, neither of whom had seen action in the first game. Gautam, at right-back, and Sutton, up front, started where they had finished the first game, leaving the Supremo, Abbott and Rafferty on the bench. Taylor and Reevaldo were the two unfortunates who were omitted from the morning's second squad, a bit of a gamble seeing as this was a fair degree of quality to leave sitting in the stands.

The second match got under way and it was clear that the spark was somewhat missing from both sides. There was much midfield mundanity as the heavy pitch began to take its toll, and chances were few and far between. In fact it was Holland Club who probably enjoyed more possession, and Hoyland, who had retained the gloves, had far more to do this time around.

Logica's latest keeper proved himself more than equal to the task. He pulled off possibly the save of the season at the end of a swift Dutch break down the right. The ball was played into the box quickly, and for once Logica's back four were caught out. Holland's striker connected first time on the bounce, and a sweetly hit shot was arrowing towards the top-left hand corner. Hoyland launched himself, arcing upwards and to the right to catch the ball at full stretch all in one elegant movement. Superb!

Not for the first time in his life, Hoyzone was in charge of the box. He came bravely to collect two crosses, clinging onto each above the heads of the tall Dutch side, and keeping hold of the ball as he returned to earth with a bang. He dealt with a couple of long range shots with confident aplomb, and still had his wits about him to tip a blistering goalbound pile-driver over the bar. It was not so long ago that Logica couldn't find a single keeper year after year. Now they appear to be able to produce a new world class glove-man out of the hat every week.

In contrast, Logica were struggling to create much at the other end, but just before the interval they thought they had taken the lead. Play was confined in the congested zone just outside the Holland penalty area, but the ball was poked onto Fazel. He took the pass in his stride, rounding the last man is he did so, and advanced before flicking the ball just inside the far post with the outside of his right foot. It was a clinical finish that should have earned the striker his third goal of the morning. But, lo and behold, the red flag was fluttering once more, although the goal seemed to have been awarded as the Logica players celebrated the break-through jogging back for the restart. After some delay the referee decided to award a free-kick for the perceived infringement, and once again Logica had a goal chalked off due to the Holland Club linesman.

Groom rang the changes at the break with a completely new strike-force. Off went Sutton and the unfortunately injured Fazel, and on came Abbott and Rafferty. Things improved slightly. Whilst Logica did not assert the dominance of the first match and the red flag was still much in evidence, they started to create more chances. Abbott was the first to pose a problem, pouncing on a bouncing ball and some defensive uncertainty to instigate some noncy juggling that culminated in a left foot volley from twenty yards which was just too high.

Jon Clarke came closest to breaking the deadlock minutes later. After some rare co-ordinated build-up play, the Scot picked the ball up twenty five yards out. He worked a little space for himself before clipping a sublime left-foot shot that beat the keeper all ends up, but unfortunately kissed the outside of the post as it went on its way, and the match remained scoreless.

The urgency increased as the minutes ticked by, and the rising frustration was evident from the increased level of complaints directed at referee, linesman and colleagues. There was still time for two more chances, however. From a throw in their own half, Gautam headed on to Abbott. The striker flicked the ball over his marker before volleying a diagonal pass that left Field in the clear. Unfortunately, the Logica wide-man's first touch let him down, the ball pinging off his knee fully thirty yards for a goal kick. With just seconds remaining, McWilliam received the ball as the Holland defenders pushed up for one last attempt at the offside trap. The timing of Clarke's run matched that of McWilliam's pass, but two defenders backtracked quickly, and the Scot was forced to rush his shot which went wide.

Frustratingly Logica had achieved their first draw of the season, and 0-0 at that. It was thus the first game in which we have failed to score all season, statistics that were glibly advertised on "If Selected..." only last week. We are never afraid to lay down the gauntlet in front of the Football Gods, as we continue our one-organ quest to rid the beautiful game of the blot that is superstition. There were plenty queuing up to lay the blame for two dropped points on our broad shoulders, but perhaps ultimately the large squad and musical shirts that resulted did not do us any favours either. As the crowds rushed for the exits on the final whistle, and the camera panned across Taylor and Reevaldo sitting in the main stand, one could not help wondering what might have been. Still, it could be worse - you could be a Wolves fan.