I was just thinking over the last decade and a half how rough our time at the Toon had been under Fatso, that is apart from the odd short periods, and then how the other extreme over the past few short months had created euphoria.

But over the past five years, including the last six months, we have often had a bit of optimism.

That led me to consider those poor souls down the road in Muckemland.

Just think of the joy they must feel in winning the only and most important game they have played over the entire last five years.