For the first time since Wimbledon, we were cannon fodder. Beaten by our own mistakes as much as mediocre opponents, slipping to unnecessary and unaffordable defeat. The drop into the bottom three is not coincidental.
There were new things to enjoy. A nice Sky studio place taking up Vic End seats and a scarily lush picture on our shiny new big screen. I tried not to watch it as I’d have preferred the corners filled in with seats but it wasn’t working. Though, as usual, they can’t show any of the replays you really want to see, sitting very low down in the Rookery I found myself lazily referring to it every time the ball went down its end. I was pleased to see there were no adverts on it, although this is probably due to the marketing department overcharging interested parties. The highlights of Chelsea were far more welcome.