Bloody Coventry. Both entirely deserving of the victory and simultaneously massively jammy. Absolutely no respect for the narrative!
I remain pretty gutted this morning. A bit more able to begin grasping at the considerable positives, but only just.
I know this isn’t how it works, but better that happened last night than the last time we’d been under the kosh away from home at Peterborough.
It also gives the green light to Des integrating some of the new blood, which makes me less nervous than persisting with the Norwich side.
