I hadn't seen a home defeat for over a week so I thought I'd better put that right.
I'd say there are no words, but I still found some. Christ that was poor.
Big games coming up, outwith local derbies they don't get any bigger than this at this level.
Days like this are to be cherished. We don't get many of them.
Local derbies are like Jägerbombs; they seem like something to look forward to but quickly remind you why they make you feel sick.
The grand pappy of them all.
Imagine if we'd re-signed Darren Ferguson after he had a couple of reasonable seasons at Wrexham. This is the centre forward version of that nightmare.
Mr Blobby was a painfully unfunny comic creation. But watching the real thing try to play football was infinitely worse.
Some people are too tall for their own good. It can't be healthy to be breathing thin air for your entire life.
If a shop was selling "broken kettles", I doubt you'd buy one of them. Graham Taylor knew better though.