So, City’s unbeaten run in the league came to an abrupt end last night.  We feared the worst – Birmingham have started the season really well, and boast a number of really good players who will probably see them bounce back up to the Premiership at the first attempt.  It could have been a lot worse, and when we were 2 down after half an hour, I thought we might be heading for one of those humiliating 6-0 drubbings (remember Ipswich last season?).  But the second half was altogether different, we got one back, courtesy of a Lee Trundle wundergoal, and could well have equalised, or even won it.  We didn’t, but we ambled back up the hill in reasonably high spirits, ready for another chance of our first home win of the season on Saturday, this time against relatively lowly Doncaster.

I do feel I have to shoulder some responsibility for last night’s defeat.  At the start of the season, I decided to hoist the City flag outside the house for every home game, thereby ensuring our success on the pitch.  And, until last night, it worked – unbeaten in the first 5 games.  But yesterday, what with it being an evening game, my having to work late, and lots to do before setting off, including cooking the chilli con carne because Jon was coming to eat before the game, I didn’t get around to the flag-hoisting ritual.  So I’m sorry.  (Although actually, if Jon hadn’t been coming to eat, I might not have bothered with the chilli, and would have given the family their usual bread and gruel instead, thereby giving me the time for the more important matters.  So it’s probably as much his fault as mine.  We’re both sorry.)