I gather it was reasonably comfortable thanks in large part to a couple of unnecessary (but fairly predictable) errors from our makeshift left back.
This weekend we lost our ridiculously long unbeaten run to the team who will buy themselves the Premiership title.
If this now means we get a proper look at Santon and Ben Arfa gets more game time under his belt, we probably got away from this one fairly much intact.
However, the worst thing for me was having to listen to the game on the radio. Now this is something I really cannot stand but as I was having the pleasure of having to paint a ceiling then that was what happened.
I hate listening to the radio because I cannot see what is going on (obviously) and therefore am always imagining the worst. We never have control of a game, are never going to score and every time they have the ball I am convinced they will score.
Nothing can convince me otherwise, however bored the commentators sound – basically I have to see what is happening so I can work it out for myself.
So not being at the game is a nightmare. Sky in the pub is fine and I have now discovered the best dodgy channel on the web (clearly though I never watch the game this way – Niall Quinn would kill me) but if not I am stuck with radio updates or god forbid text updates on the computer.
I have even ‘watched’ a penalty shoot-out on text updates – very surreal. My problems are compounded by living out of area (north Yorkshire) so Radio Newcastle/Metro is no good so any commentary I naturally feel is biased against the Toon.
Maybe there is something irrational about this but I always feel that everyone is against us in all forms of media, that extra hint of pleasure in their voices as another goal is dispatched past Tim Krul.
Today was compounded by the involvement of smug Steve McClaren as the so called expert.
Getting beat by Man City was predictable, giving them a game reasonably satisfying but having Steve Mc Claren tell me about it was certainly not.