SO here we are, embedded in the smoking ruins of the campaign, with Fergie entombed in his Bunker, raging against all-comers and blaming any scapegoats he can lay his hands on.

SO for two weekends in-a-row, we’ve had two-goal victories on the back of severely disputed refereeing decisions, which would ordinarily cause the more fair-minded such as me to squirm uncomfortably.