After a disappointing defeat in the first of the morning's double-header matches, Logica regrouped behind the goal to assess the damage. and were out injured, would have to depart shortly for his wife's birthday celebrations, whilst again pleaded a place on the bench as he puffed sickly on his cigarette. It was fair to say that , standing in as puppet Supremo for the flu-ridden , was no longer suffering any selection headaches.

The less said about this second match, the better. Logica, perhaps drained by their ten-man stand in the preceding match, started poorly and got worse. The strength and pace of the Charing attackers met with little resistance, and they were soon a goal up when a low cross from the left was converted from close range [0-1]. Twice the burly Cross number six bull-dozed his way through the centre of the Logica rearguard to fire past an exposed and increasingly irate , whilst a similarly direct approach yielded another Charing goal [0-4]. As Logica prayed for the half time whistle, number six completed his hat-trick after being played clear and keeping his head to neatly round and slide the ball home [0-5].

The game was clearly lost, but Logica called upon themselves to play for some pride in the second half and, to be fair, they put up a much better showing. had staggered into the fray and was soon played clear by . Unable to summon up the strength to shoot, he instead squared the ball to bearing down unmarked on the back stick, but the contact was not clean and the Charing keeper somehow blocked the danger.

It took some time for Cross to bag a sixth, as once again produced a fine display of the goalkeeping arts, not least his handling in such treacherous conditions. But a fizzing shot from the edge of the box into the far corner finally beat him [0-6], and Charing managed another with just minutes remaining [0-7]. Logica summoned some reserves of character in the final minutes to push for a consolation goal, but even then some promising positions were spurned by weak finishing. Logica's morning was summed up when was once more played clear, but his left-foot shot was so pathetic and wide that it did not even reach the bye-line. A morning to forget.