Decisions, decisions! As if life isn't complicated enough. Do I wear ankle boots or trainers with my black jeans? Curry then kulfi or fish and chips then some trifle once I make it home…if I make it home? Early train and miss a bit of the game but go home comfortably or later train, see all of the game but get crushed like a sardine for ninety minutes?That last one was tricky on Saturday I must admit as being amongst good friends watching the lads rates pretty high on my list of feel good things to do.

Decisions, decisions! As if life isn't complicated enough.

Do I wear ankle boots or trainers with my black jeans? Curry then kulfi or fish and chips then some trifle once I make it home…if I make it home? Early train and miss a bit of the game but go home comfortably or later train, see all of the game but get crushed like a sardine for ninety minutes?

That last one was tricky on Saturday I must admit as being amongst good friends watching the lads rates pretty high on my list of feel good things to do.

However, memories of an unpleasant trip home after our defeat to Sheffield Wednesday still loom large so the early train it was and a dash across Riverside to make it in time whilst trying desperately to keep a wide open ear on proceedings in the stadium.

This week though was different for some reason. Perhaps the wind was blowing in the right direction, or maybe it was just that there was added edge to the vocals from the terraces.

Anyway, just a minute into my sprint I could have been forgiven for thinking that the 'Mr Carrow' announcer had told the masses that Ms Carrow had just left the City Stand to get her train as 'Cheerio…cheerio…cheerio' echoed through the cooling air, but knowing my place in the scheme of things I could picture some Stoke player or other trudging off for an early bath to some accompanying waves.

Still, a win is a win, and two in five days is nice, and two winning goals for Hucks in the same time span is just reward as his season appears to improve as the weeks tick by.

As for Stoke a couple of questions still linger in the mind - well, three actually.

Why did they change from their traditional red and white stripes to the insipid number they chose on Saturday? I cannot recall ever seeing Stoke in a change strip here, so why now?

Do the Stoke strikers have clauses in their contracts that state they must spend all night with their bodies wrapped in gro-bags? Did you see the size of them?

Shacks and the Doc are not small men but they almost looked it against the likes of Parkin, Sidibe, Fuller et al.

Time to make use of some of our rich Norfolk soil perhaps, or failing that I'll bring back some of the black stuff that is everywhere in Fenland. I'm sure they won't miss a few tonnes.

Final question: Has Darel Russell (who I was pleased to note got another warm reception from City fans) still got the 4x4 he cut me up in on the Newmarket Road a few years ago? I'd lay money that he hasn't as I don't have the Corsa I had then either, but it's the nearest I've got to a close encounter with a pro footballer - except for the amazing experience of playing tennis with former Canary Peter Silvester. What a lovely man he is on and off court. I miss our tussles with all-comers from across Norfolk on bleak Sunday mornings in the winter.

And as for two questions relating to City that have been spinning round in this head of late - why wasn't Dion Dublin brought on after about 60 minutes when it seemed obvious to even the five-year-old lad behind me that Chris Martin was feeling the effects of a hectic run of games in a short space of time? Maybe there was a good reason for the delay in making the change but it was far from obvious to 99.9 per cent of fans around me.

Secondly, with Earnie apparently hoping to return before the end of the season (good from the point of view of getting competitive games under his belt sooner rather than later) are we to assume that Chris Martin will make way for him?

Perhaps even more to the point, will Hucks find himself in less of a forward role and therefore less likely to make those direct runs that often lead to goals and/or the reckless frustration of opposition defences that we all love to see?

With an international weekend looming I fancy a spot of gardening so you can at least guarantee that there will be a cold north wind blowing and at least an inch of snow on the ground and no choice but to watch McClaren's men when I will have tried everything to avoid it.