How you perceived last night’s stalemate in Hull is about as good a barometer as it gets as to the fullness of emptiness of your glass.
Some zoomed in on the end of the winning run, others on the continuation of the unbeaten run, while for some, the clean sheet on a tricky and rain-sodden night was the overriding factor.
One or two chose to go big and call it cr@p, which after the excellence of the last couple of months struck me as more than a tad harsh – but there is no arguing it was one of those that was attritional rather than aesthetically pleasing.
In the final countdown though, it could be an important point and to come through 95 of the more testing and trying minutes that English second-tier football can throw at you unscathed was something of a result.
Unfortunately for Tom Trybull, the two big chances of the night fell to him and while he can point to a good David Marshall save for the first one, as his angled shot ricocheted wide, he will think he should have buried that second-half header from Onel Hernandez’s cross.
As that header flashed wide, there felt a collective acknowledgement that there went our best chance of taking the three points. And so it came to pass.
All of which feels tough on Trybull, whose task of filling the boots of Mo Leitner was one that was unenviable and nigh on impossible. Given how little game time he has had of late, to expect him to slot in alongside Alex Tettey and do the exact same job as Leitner was a massive ask. In those conditions, Mo may have struggled to have his usual impact.
It was just one of those nights when, for loads of reasons, the football just didn’t flow as it has of late. The passing wasn’t as slick, the cohesion wasn’t quite there and, credit to Hull’s desire and tenacity, we were unable to use those pretty passing patterns to open up an obdurate defence.
The flip-side, as mentioned earlier, was the clean-sheet and there was something quite comforting about coming away with something when, in general, it was an off night.
The football has been so fantastic of late, but there has to be an acceptance that there will be days when it just doesn’t flow and those are the days when we’re reminded of Paul Lambert’s none too subtle mantra that translates to ‘if you can’t win, don’t lose’.
Last night was the first real opportunity to stress-test this element of the armoury and, while it obviously wasn’t pretty, I’d say they delivered. They can operate at around 50 per cent and still come away with something.
Equally, I’d argue with those who thought the players looked physically tired last night. A bit jaded of mind perhaps but in the closing stages, one side was out on its feet while the other was swarming all over looking for a winner.
So, a point, still top of the league, and we move on.
An interesting one awaits on Saturday as a son of Norfolk brings his Rotherham side home – a Rotherham side who are on a similar run to ourselves.
This is no time for complacency. It’s only to get tougher from hereon in.