Well it makes a change for the 88th minute goal recorded as being in the 'for' column rather than the 'against'! How many times does it feel like it's been the other way over the years? Answer - loads! Thanks goodness for JJ then, and especially so after being asked, when 'warming' up in a snow flurry, if it was a nice balmy day by Finnish standards and for unashamedly replying “nice” as if he really meant it! That was classy considering I was sat there in five layers still shivering and clinging on desperately to my hot chocolate!It was a strange end to a game which still left many fans no nearer to the answers they seek regarding those tru

Well it makes a change for the 88th minute goal recorded as being in the 'for' column rather than the 'against'! How many times does it feel like it's been the other way over the years? Answer - loads! Thanks goodness for JJ then, and especially so after being asked, when 'warming' up in a snow flurry, if it was a nice balmy day by Finnish standards and for unashamedly replying “nice” as if he really meant it! That was classy considering I was sat there in five layers still shivering and clinging on desperately to my hot chocolate!

It was a strange end to a game which still left many fans no nearer to the answers they seek regarding those truly important questions, like: 'Who has decided that the music playlist before kick off should be changed and who is responsible for the even-worse-than-before choices?'; 'Why on earth did the only player on the pitch left in full sun not wear a cap but kept shielding his eyes instead?'; and 'Has Splat the Cat eaten Camilla Canary after being thrown out of his usual abode and told to fend for himself?'

In seriousness, we really are no nearer to knowing what the management team thinks is our best starting eleven assuming everyone is fit, or to understanding exactly how we intend to get the best out of Earnie when too many balls are still gathering ice particles on them, or whether 'We Love You' Paul McVeigh has been rewarded with a new contract for his consistent inconsistency or his inconsistent consistency, or for the fact that he can actually control and pass the ball to others in yellow (most of the time) - well that's the opinion of most of the fans I speak to anyway! (I shall now remove the tongue that's firmly planted in my cheek of course!)

Does it actually matter? That's another question that might need answering, although the one that is really doing the rounds in my head is 'can we see signs of better things to come for next season as this one races to a conclusion'?

Well, yes and no would be my honest answer in short.

The yes part depends in part as to whether we can possibly retain the services of Jonatan Johansson on a permanent basis for next season as he looks real quality so far, and if our midfield can attend the Superglue School of Ball Control during the summer recess studying modules in 'the abolition of toothless tackling', 'passing to people you actually recognise' and 'how not to be startled by someone in the same colour shirt racing up either wing'! Manage that and we might be ready to start with a purpose come early August - we all wish!

And so to a very tricky trip up north to face in-form Leeds. On paper it would seem to be an almost impossible task for City, and our away form hasn't exactly covered the season with glory overall. That said, the last time we ventured into the wilds of Yorkshire and my guts screamed 'obvious defeat - fast forward to next home game' we marched into the hotbed that is Bramall Lane, scored three and ran away with three points, leaving the manager most of the footballing world loves to hate absolutely fuming and swearing (literally one would imagine) to get revenge in Norfolk on March 18!

Bearing all of that in mind I shall jump down from my lofty perch on the fence and boldly go where no sane woman has ever been before… six points out of six for City by 5 pm on 18/3 from both Yorkshire teams! Either that or I will be back to asking questions again, like 'why do I keep eating cheese before bedtime and having nightmares about missing out on the play-offs?', and 'what is in my cappuccino that makes it so hard for me to separate fiction from reality?'

Never mind. I'm sure it will all become clear by the time Wolves roll into the fair city by the beginning of May… won't it?