The increasing predictability of the outcome of our games is taking away much of the tension of a Saturday afternoon (or Sunday afternoon).

I have been in the garden doing a pre-winter tidy up and have just come in to find us 0-2 down at half-time. My reaction? So what - no reason to expect anything else.

I have almost got to the point where I will find it slightly disappointing if we actually score (unless it is a winning goal). I am developing a perverse pride in our inability to score.

Always makes me laugh!