Lee’s usual stance is to look for positives however few, point out the short-comings and always complement the effort. The performance on Tuesday was such that positives were impossible to recall and more depressing the effort was not mentioned.  The Boss for whom I, and most Blues supporters have complete faith looked a tired and broken man. His answers were evasive and he was unable to explain what had gone on the previous 98 minutes. Zero shots on target and goals conceded that would have embarrassed to a Pub Team’s 2nd XI.

Avid readers of this column will no doubt recall that I said that Bristol City’s Ashton Gate had been a happy hunting ground for the Boys in Blue over recent years and expected a decent result. As that other renown Warwickshire literary giant might have said “Beware the Ides of March!”. It’s amazing that Blues seasons, good bad or indifferent, dip in January and February only to revive in the Windy month.

When you settle down in your seat and before you have drunk your Bovril, you find one of your players has already gone down injured, you know its not your team’s day. Add to that its your most in-form striker and you don’t need my 62 years of watching the Boys in Blue to believe that your journey to St Andrews may have been a waste of time.