It should have been Boxing Day when we ventured north to Teeside but the frozen pipes at the Riverside meant we were there on a slightly milder March evening. Come half nine I was cursing those damn pipes as we lurched towards defeat following our worst performance of the season.

Thinking back on it this morning; our late, late equaliser was perhaps akin to Gary Holt's goal in that doomed play-off defeat to Yeovil. That night with our team down to nine men and Yeovil all over us it was obvious we were going to fail; despite the goal. Adebola, through a fair bit of luck and determination, just about got the ball in cheering us all up quite a bit but it was hard to be so ecstatic when we showed our anything but promotion credentials.

Simply put, we do not look like we are capable of scoring away from home. QPR scored three their on Saturday, we should have lost 3-0 and it was rather embarrassing that we ended up grabbing a very undeserved leveller. Even the players looked a bit sheepish at the end. Their was no rapturous applause for them, just a polite and short acknowledgment before we all left.

Time to regain their bottle.