What a relief that is. After two weeks of suffering under the sadistic international break’s wrath, we’re back. The game against City marked the end of the first interlull that this column has ever endured.

It was quite a game, too. While we didn't win, it was exciting enough to bring me back to my normal self. It's a real shame we didn't pick up the victory, because we certainly had the opportunity to. We dominated reasonably long spells of the game, and had a couple of clear chances go to waste.

I don't hate a lot of things in the world. I save that dark, evil feeling for only the darkest and most evil things.

Among that list, sitting quite merrily at the top of it, is the absolute worst thing in the history of things. The infamous international break.