No killer instinct as frustration grows

WE won’t be returning to Pride Park (named by the world’s foremost satirist) any time soon.

Many of Stephen’s Day’s away contingent will regard that as a blessing, given the torrent of anti-Scouse gibberish they were subjected to.

Over the years my skin has developed a rhino-like texture for such matters, but it would be intriguing to discover what Derby’s manager and goal-scorer made of it all.