The remarkable revival continued apace as Logica bagged their second consecutive away victory with the 4-5-1 formation again managing to yield plenty of goals. Old Sergeant, like Maxilla a fortnight ago, took the lead but second half goals from and , together with a bizarre Robinsonian ownie, were just reward for the visitors, who showed far greater desire and application in atrocious weather conditions.

If Logica are to escape relegation after losing their first seven league games on the bounce, then victory is essential against those other teams slogging it out at the bottom. After last week's Little Ron blip, it was also vital that Logica got straight back to winning ways in the bread-and-butter of the league. The two wins over first Maxilla (10th), and now Old Sergeant (7th), are therefore the proverbial six-pointers, and have added a much needed psychological boost with belief once again surging through the team.

The three points also provide a more immediate tangible reward, moving Logica off the bottom of the Division Two table for the first time this season. Even better, they will move us out of the relegation zone, at least up to tenth place. With the second round of Big Ron taking place today, the only other second division fixture saw 11th place Parklife entertain 9th place Welham. Both these teams started the day on five points, just one ahead of Logica. The best outcome in that match, from our perspective, would be a draw which would see us leapfrog them both into ninth spot. Either way, Parklife's visit to the Stade in two weeks time is another must-win six pointer.

All this has come about whilst demi-Supremo suns himself on some beach on the other side of the world. The managerial reins had been left with , and few can argue with leadership that has yielded two such vital victories. The glove-wearing gaffer had even put off a weekend away to appear in this vital clash, whilst also taking a risk of career-threatening proportions. With a bumper availability response for the big game, opted to omit the experience and quality of the legendary in favour of those who had turned out for last week's Cup defeat against Valtaro. A commendable policy maybe, but will surely count himself a lucky boy: defeat would surely have seen the kind of journalistic backlash that greeted Rafa's frequent omissions of Torres earlier in the season (not that we're suggesting the LFC number nine is in the same class as ).

A fierce wind blew from one end of the Kimber Road Stadium to the other, and after losing the toss, Logica ended up playing into it in the first half. The now familiar 4-5-1 thus took on a defensive air, although out on the left was still struggling to come to terms with the concept of tracking back. But he tucked inside gamefully, and was left to plough a lonely furrow despite having four defenders for company.

Old Sergeant struggled to break through this compact wall, and the first half was not a great spectacle. The home side quickly resorted to lumping it over the top, and when the ball wasn't sailing over the bye-line, and dealt competently with most of what was thrown at them. At the other end Logica rarely threatened. A brilliant low cross from skimmed through the danger zone untouched, and later popped up on the right, chesting down a cross only to see his fiery shot tipped over the bar. Five minutes before the interval, played away down the right with a neat pass, and the striker dribbled past two men, but couldn't beat a third.

At the other end, the visitors also suffered just three moments of real discomfort in the first forty-five minutes. The first came when ran shoulder to shoulder with a forward chasing a ball that was running away towards the touch-line. The Logica defender was aghast when his shoulder-barge was deemed illegal by a referee who immediately pointed to the spot. But this only provided with the chance to play the hero, the Logica keeper blocking the low spot-kick with his legs.

made amends minutes later with a quite miraculous goal-line clearance after a penalty area melee had seen a man in blue poke the ball past . Logica's war of attrition against the wind seemed to have achieved its desired objective when they were undone just a minute before the break. For once, Sergeant delivered a quality ball into the box, looping over the Logica back four to be expertly smashed home on the half volley by an anticipating Sergeant from ten yards out [0-1].

So just as in the Maxilla game, Logica found themselves a goal behind, but this time there was no time to react before the interval. The drizzle at the start of play had gradually got heavier, and the second half started in torrential monsoon conditions. Whilst the home side wondered aloud about a postponement in close proximity of the referee, Logica rolled up their sodden sleeves and got to work, their attitude as much as their skill helping them to turn things around with two goals inside ten minutes as the rain pummelled down.

The move that saw Logica draw level was by far the best by either side all game, a rare moment of quality that almost merited victory on its own. , as he had done all game, chased back to win possession on the touchline, and laid the ball back calmly to . The left-back clipped a first time pass forwards to the feet of , who turned and bided his time whilst sped forwards on the overlap. The pass was well weighted, and the Logica midfielder made it look even better when he burst past his marker before looking up and squaring a low cross from the bye-line. was the man he'd picked out, the midfield ace's well-timed run into the box enabling him to slide the ball home from the edge of the six yard box [1-1]

Logica sensed that the game was theirs if they wanted it, which they did, and another neat move down the right saw feed . The lone striker nimbly drifted past one challenge, but as he shaped to shoot, a brilliant last-ditch sliding tackle bundled the ball behind for a corner. But the home side's reprieve was only temporary. arrowed in the dead-ball superbly, and it curled and dipped beyond the keeper's flailing arms to give Logica the lead via their second goal direct from a corner in consecutive league games [2-1].

As the rain began to ease off, so did Logica, and Old Sergeant were given the opportunity to try and get themselves back into the game. Some promising build-up play was mostly thwarted by Logica's solid rearguard, impressing with some calm defensive play to match his far quieter boots. There were just a couple of moments of alarm, with again to the rescue at the crucial moments. First he blocked once more with his legs after a home forward broke clear whilst Logica appealed for offside, and then he dived full-length to parry a free-kick to safety.

After a rest, Logica set about reasserting their dominance. They looked increasingly dangerous going forwards, only the final pass letting them down as the pressure began to show in the Sergeant defence. came closest to extending the lead, anticipating a long wind-assisted kick from before dancing inside two challenges, only to see his finish of choice (the noncey curled shot into the top corner) miss the target by a foot. The left-winger was seeing more of the ball in the second half, and a great cross-field pass picked out Chetty gliding in unmarked at the back stick, but the right-winger's header was saved.

After all this, the goal that clinched the three points hardly involved Logica at all. 's goal-kick was headed on by into the opposition half, but , some distance away, chased more in hope than belief. The Sergeant centre-back had plenty of time to roll the ball back 30 yards to his keeper, although ploughed on. The home goalie took a huge swing at the pass-back, but, just like Paul Robinson in Zagreb, was horrified to see it bobble over his air-shot, and roll tamely into the net [3-1].

There were just fifteen minutes left, and Logica's confidence (unrecognisable from two months ago) enabled them to play out the rest of the game without any further scares. used his three substitutes to good effect, keeping legs as fresh as possible, and three more points at the final whistle were greeted with quiet satisfaction rather than overt celebration. This was a vital win, but the job is far from being done: as the old adage goes, you don't win anything for being tenth in December.