Date: 4th February 2012 at 3:40pm
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As the winter weather ploughs on with ferocity (at least in my part of the world) the inevitable dose of near fatal ‘man-flu` takes of a hold of my slighty rotund frame. After spending a night curled up in bed with only a lemsip for company I timidly made my way down-stairs this afternoon to see how our boys would get on.

Unfortunately for me my fever addled brain had forgotten about the slightly earlier kick-off as your confussed editor clumisly fumbled around the internet looking for a friendly arabian vendor who mightly offer some kind of footage of our game.

As time passed by my brain woke up to the fact that I`d misjudged the situation completely and that the game was over. Rather nervously I turned my television over to Sky Sports News to see the outcome of the game, remembering of course our embarassing defeat at Ewood Park earlier in the season.

Eyes still full of what my son would call “sleepy dust” my heart sunk as I saw that once again we`d dropped points with a very disapointing 1-1 draw with a team so horribly awful we may as well pack up and go home now.

Then my eyes began to focus and slowly but surely the horrifying ‘1` that accompanied our wonderful name majestically turned into the most beautiful ‘7` I`ve ever seen in my life.

In years gone by 7-1 was a familiar score, with games against Sheffield Wednesday in the early 90s and more recently against Everton immediately springing to mind, so massive scorelines like this shouldn`t be too surprising, but given our current form over the last 12 months, goal scoring efforts like this are something we can only dream of.

For the first time in recent memory I can`t wait to watch Match of the Day tonight.

Whoop!