The season appears to have gone. The ostensibly improved run we had recently constructed showed no real signs of progress, with victories only coming at a subdued Carrow Road against relatively low-lying Wolves, Birmingham and Nottingham Forest and the solitary away win in Wales at the hands of the equally incompetent Cardiff.
New dawns have generally been the product of flat-track bullying at Carrow Road - with admittedly the odd exception - and have ended up being the false variety, with City's away-day woes the result of an embedded inability to stand up and be counted when it really matters.
I happened to fall in with a small bunch of Mags on their way back to the train station and they were just as elated as I was. They berated Benitez for not bringing on Dwight Gayle earlier, I responded by saying I'm glad he didn't and we should have somehow found room for Alex Pritchard in the starting line-up.