THAT’LL teach me to get all childishly excited about a cup tie, as I did in last week’s column: what a dreadful match, though credit must go to the travelling Reds who attempted to maintain the atmosphere despite the dire fare.

IT was the same old story for us at Eastlands, unfortunately. There was plenty of effort, we passed the ball well and didn’t play too badly, but for what seems like the umpteenth game running, it counted for nothing.