Morning all,

as I sit here, head in hands, drinking a quite foul cup of hotel room coffee, I dearly wish I had one onomatopoeic word to sum up how I'm feeling.

Today we play Aston Villa. A team who have been obdurate, difficult and, let's not forget, managed by a shrunken, withered, sunburnt testicle.

A week is a long time in football. Seven days ago we were preparing for a league game against Manchester United, a game from which we hoped to get points, primarily, and restore some confidence after a couple of miserable results previously. Clearly that worked out well.

We've spent the last week poring over that game, the incidents, the manager's decision making and everything else.