One of those weekends where just about everything went according to plan after I finally got out of the office a bit later than intended: easy drive up to Derby to see close friends and my goddaughter; taxis that turned up on time and got me to the train station to get me to the game; really friendly fans; great beers; won the game with our only shot on target; stopped off in Sheffield to see another good mate and more great beers; train back and the ever reliable taxi service back to the hotel; easy drive home Sunday afternoon. Job's a good 'un!
Okay so the game was a bit rubbish and I did have a couple of issues at the hotel, but in the grand scheme of things, this is a far superior away trip than is usually the case. Mr Kitchen didn't quite have the excellent game as at Bristol City, but he was still very good overall. Just a couple of times when the feet were raised and, having set his stall out, he didn't keep to it. A couple of other little physical shoves going unpunished as others have mentioned. Yellow tinted glasses? Perhaps, but it did feel like he was more lenient with their transgressions than ours.