Title in our hands but plenty of work left yet

MY esteemed colleague Mr Azulay will doubtless explain alongside this column how his Wonder Boys can slay European Champions one day then allow themselves to be turned into chump pies at Wigan but the Rubicon is thus crossed: somehow, after a weekend during which we quite frankly embarrassed ourselves, suddenly the Title is now in our own hands, not theirs.

Win every game and its ours — the position you always want to be in at the final turn. —

Moreover, after the sturm und drang of Saturday, we have the sensationally useless Derby next weekend, the perfect stroll-in-the-park balm to apply to our wounds.