Logica's last scheduled match against Invictus was supposed to bring down a legendary and dignified curtain on this once proud club. Instead, the mandarins down at Sportsmans League HQ have taken it upon themselves to organise (without any consultation whatsoever) no fewer than four further fixtures for this already severely ailing team.

It has been a struggle to raise a team at the best of times this season, let alone at short notice for a fixture that nobody was expecting. Just nine hardy souls were able to answer desperate call, with a predictable result: thirteen against. Unlucky for some, as they say, although not that many. Most disappointing of all, this constitutes Logica's worst ever defeat, and is not the way many would have chosen to bow out.

Nobody from the fourth estate turned up to witness this most slow and painful of deaths, whilst the players are apparently still in a severe state of psychological shock that has also triggered collective short-term memory loss. This is probably for the best, and I'm sure you don't really require a swathe of pointless words to riff on our collective pain. We would in any event prefer to remember Logica Football Club like this, and can only urge the Supreme one to bring us swift and blessed release from all this misery by accompanying the club to one of those Swiss clinics that have been in the news recently.