It's difficult to know where to start this week's column. On the face of it, a compelling comeback from two goals down to keep our FA Cup hopes alive, followed by a point and a clean sheet away from home should constitute a reasonably good week. Yet it doesn't feel like that at all. For a start, we've put ourselves in a position now where, effectively, any draw represents two points dropped.

Morning.

No happy results yesterday mean that we've got to take three points today at the Reebok to just stay in touch. I haven't watched Match of the Day or anything like that but United scoring late on is, to me anyway, the definition of mental strength. That doesn't mean they're not cunts or anything but they do it with such monotonous regularity it was hardly a surprise to anyone.