After last week's heroics it was back to the bread and butter of the league, as Logica visited a West Six side who would undoubtedly be out to revenge that extra time Cup defeat. Despite the glittering distraction of a Little Ron quarter-final straight after Christmas, 's charges managed to stay focused on the job in hand, and if anything were more impressive this Sunday in achieving a deserved 2-0 win that will hopefully get their Division Two form back on track.

It was who once again who did the damage, bagging both goals in the second half to turn Logica's dominance into three valuable points. But, as well as he took both his goals, his increasingly elaborate attempts to convert a plethora of chances created by a rampant Logica team left a large away support at the Don-o-Drome biting their nails until the very end.

The squad's numerical strength and enthusiasm is clearly being sustained well into the bitter depths of winter, with having to leave quite a few available players out of the final fourteen this week, including, most unselfishly, the Supreme one himself. But even such meticulous preparation can be undone by the vagaries of a Saturday night, and so it was that the much anticipated debut of young forward Kamran Zaman was postponed, allegedly by the rebound from a Ball of the graduate variety. Luckily, in classic Roy of the Rovers style, young spectator had brought his boots with him, and was quickly added to the team-sheet.

The first half proved a fairly dull affair, as Logica struggled to find their passing accuracy whilst playing into the dazzling rays of a low winter sun. In contrast, the defence and ex-stand-in keeper coped admirably with the potentially blinding conditions, and snuffed out much of Six's early enthusiasm with some well-regimented organisation and some feisty tackling. Each side eked out just one chance of note, last week's Man of the Match - - heading a corner just too high, whilst Six for once found a man unmarked who shot a foot wide from the edge of the box.

To his credit, had remained true to his selection policy, and both full-backs, and , kept their place in the starting line-up on the back of impressive displays in the Cup victory. Both rewarded the gaffer's trust with more of the same, regularly getting in vital tackles and ably assisting the returning central duo of and . Whilst it is perhaps questionable whether a lengthy run at left-back is quite what would deem a reward, his application, pace and fearless tackling have been a key factor all season, and he did get a more desirable promotion later on as he was unleashed to play the final fifteen minutes up front.

After the interval, Logica's increasing self-belief as the season progresses saw them step up a gear and begin to carve out some presentable chances. The midfield quartet (with having replaced the hamstrung ) gave no quarter, and noticeably began to win more and more possession. was also making some space to work in, and wasted no time in releasing his forwards with some measured passes.

was the main beneficiary, regularly peeling away to the left in the style of Thierry Henry (come on, you can see the similarity) to lose his markers and threaten danger. fed him early in the second half in just such a position, and the ageing forward elected to shoot first time, curling a well-hit shot past a helpless Six keeper but also just inches wide of the right-hand post. was also unlucky a little later when he created a chance for himself, ghosting past one centre-half before cutting back inside his flummoxed partner. This time, the right-foot shot was on target, but the home keeper pulled off an excellent reflex save to his left to deny Logica the lead.

Finally the breakthrough came from an unlikely source, as Logica's high tempo play forced a succession of corners, all delivered dangerously by . Ironically it was one of the hole merchant's weaker dead-balls that did the trick, as his kick to the near post looked an easy clearance for two West defenders. But from nowhere leapt to win a ball he had no right to get to, and force it forwards off one of the defenders. reacted sharply at the near post, and glanced the ball into the roof of the net with that most rarely used of weapons - his head [1-0].

Wisely, the visitors eschewed the option of trying to sit on their one-goal lead, and continued to attack with bravado. But unfortunately 's goal seemed to have confused him into believing he was a big number nine. Logica were dominant now, winning their tackles and finding the men in space, and two further great chances were created in this manner, as first and then were freed down the right to fire in pin-point crosses. Somewhat comically, an unmarked rushed forwards to try and head the first cross on the bounce, only to edge it weakly wide of the target. Then, from 's fine cross to the back stick, the striker ballooned an unchallenged header high and wide. looked more threatening on the ground, but after bursting clear onto a threaded pass, a well-timed last-ditch tackle denied him just as he pulled back the trigger.

The referee had been poor all morning, largely through a strange reluctance to either use his whistle, or to signal a decision. This increasingly frustrating tendency came to a head when players from both teams told him in no uncertain terms where to stick his whistle: in his mouth. Thereafter, like a spoilt child, he blew it at every opportunity, mostly for offside as soon as the ball was kicked forwards, and Logica were deprived of some further great opportunities via some appalling decisions.

But for once , peeling away to the left to receive a pass (yet again) from in acres of space, was not stopped in his tracks by an errant peep. Instead he was left with bags of time to trundle towards the keeper, considering a wide variety of elaborate finishes as he did so. Quite inexplicably he finally decided to pass, but his overly delayed square ball was laid back woefully behind both and , and this most inviting of chances to kill the game had been spurned.

Such profligacy often brings with it fear of punishment at the other end, but Logica's defensive grip on the game remained strong. One break saw a defence-splitting through-ball play a Six forward clear, but the ever-impressive was off his line like a shot to bravely claim at the home player's feet. A volley from distance was deflected by an outstretched Logica boot, but again the Italian gloveman's handling was impeccable. , from his unusual vantage-point in the dug-out, used his substitutes well, and both and helped to maintain Logica's defensive stranglehold.

With time ticking away, Logica finally managed to add the second goal that clinched the points. Again the source was unusual given the good passing play that had gone before. A huge route-one kick from had the Six defenders turning on their heels, and an attempt to poke the ball back to their own keeper fell well short. was on to it in a flash, and wisely snubbing the elaborate fannery of earlier, took the ball on one stride before rifling it low into the left corner from the edge of the box [2-0].

can only have been very pleased with this performance. Not only does the three points revitalise Logica's league campaign, but the manner of victory was also very satisfying. The number of chances created reflects the increasingly confident attacking approach that is engendering, whilst the clean sheet (only the second this season) was just reward for a fine defensive display.