Tomorrow there will be over 1,000 Norwich City supporters who'll be spending their Sunday heading to and from Wolverhampton Wanderers. Sadly, I won't be one of them - but that doesn't make me any less of a fan.
It's only six months since that sticky early August evening at Anfield when City kicked off their season but as they prepare for the return fixture all the hopes and dreams we took with us that day have largely evaporated.
Making defensive errors whilst playing the division's highest scoring attack is a recipe for disaster as Lowestoft found to their cost on Saturday with basic mistakes playing a big part in all of Bromsgrove's goal.
We all knew City would take a few hammerings this season at the hands of some of the big boys. Given Manchester United's inconsistency it just felt a little disappointing that two have come against them.
As we head to Old Trafford, it takes me back to our previous visit just before Christmas, 2015 and that famous toe-poke by one Alexander Tettey - and me participating in a stupid bet I had made earlier in the day.