It was perhaps the late goal which persuaded many of the Forest fans to stay behind and clap their players off the pitch. It was a generous ovation which, like the scoreline, was more than they deserved in truth. I clapped out of pity more than anything I think. These players just don't seem capable of achieving what we thought they could just a few weeks ago; another pathetic performance makes that even clearer. I would dearly, dearly love to be wrong and look back and laugh at my over-reaction to this 'blip' but it's hard not to come to that conclusion. They seem to know it aswell.

I had started the day in a positive spirit. A rare midweek break had helped freshen my outlook and I believed a win was on the cards. Four of us left Gadsby HQ at 9am; Trig was at the wheel with myself, Mitchell and Parrot Lad. It's a fair old journey but we made good time and were only twenty miles away from Swansea by 11.45am.

On our visit ever visit to the Liberty we had stopped off at a Harvester somewhere along the way and it was this same pub we visited again. Over lunch, Trig was sceptical about the corn on the cob which sat on the side of his plate. He eventually decided to give it a try... 'It's quite nice actually, tastes just like sweetcorn' he announced!

Following a brief stint of retail therapy at the nearby shopping centre, we carried on with the remainder of the journey. We pulled into the park & ride at half past 1. As park & rides go (and i'm no expert) this was somewhere down on the bottom of the scale. It consisted of a large gravel space which housed an assortment of gypsies around the perimeter. Knackered toys discarded by the gypsy children could be seen all over the place including a baby doll with no head! This was certainly a new experience following Forest around the country! We were in the ground just after 2pm having a beer and praying that our car would be left alone.

Our new found ineptness on the pitch has inevitably led to an increasing level of dissent from the terraces over the last few weeks. At Swansea, it started to just about reach an audible volume as people began to lose their patience with what they have been witnessing of late. Unfortunately, the worst aspect of this is the few morons who spout absolute bollocks and obviously have little idea about what is actually going on.

I found myself in two separate arguments during the game with two of these types. The first was at 2-0 down when, despite our truly horrific defending, one bloke decided it was all Kris Boyd's fault. I questioned his reasoning when it had been our defenders that had allowed the Swansea attack to wander through on two occasions and score. Boyd's subsequent goal did have that little extra edge after that although I resisted the urge to give a quick glance behind me.

The second incident had me even more worked up although I will admit that developments on the pitch contributed more than a little. Lewis Mcgugan was stood on the touchline ready to come on when he went to sit down and got his track top back on. Julian Bennett duly stood up and took his place ready to come on. The standard humans in the away end realised this was because Konchesky had suddenly signalled to the bench that he needed to come off. This was lost on the idiot just to my right who jumped to his feet and began to remonstrate against Davies for his indecision. Another then jumped up and the two of the began to sing 'You don't know what your doing' at the manager. I revelled in revealing the reason behind this to them after as the two slumped back into their seats.

For me, second place is all but gone. It's going to take a monumental run to make up the points now and you'd have to ask where our next win is going to come from at the minute. The main focus should now shift to keeping ourselves in the top six. Falling out of those would be a major disaster as we would struggle to get back in there.

This international break could not come soon enough. See you in Leeds.