Okay, so there were a few hairy moments in the second-half and our Tim at least had to get his gloves dirty as Coventry responded well to going 2-0 just before the interval, but the damage had already been done.
Buendia-Pukki and Pukki-Buendia had already inflicted the blows that rendered the game over, as long as City steered clear of the self-inflicted disasters playbook, which they dip into from time to time.
But not this time.
Despite the Sky Blues responding well to what would have been a Robins rocket, the triumvirate of older, wiser heads – aka Krul, Hanley and Gibson – cajoled, guided, pointed, directed and tripped the team home to what may well turn out to be a pivotal win.
With the Brentford blip coming at a time when many predicted they would be zooming off into the sunset, the timely resurrection of the Buendia-Pukki axis has given us a massive shot in the arm at the perfect time.
When the pair are in perfect sync, opponents are rendered spectators. Even against the best of the best they have proven formidable on their day and so when it clicks in the Championship, with a little help from nine friends games can be won in a couple of blinding flashes.
A tad OTT? Maybe, but that’s how it felt at half-time last night.
Only Marco Stiepermann can lay claim to having a similarly telepathic understanding with Pukki, but it’s Buendia’s technique and swagger that takes it to another level when it clicks.
But that’s enough eulogising. In the second-half it boiled down to guts and bravery and putting bodies on the line; all qualities shown by and which stem from an indomitable lump of Dumfies granite that Daniel Farke has plonked into the heart of his defence.
Poetry in motion he may not be, but Grant Hanley’s natural urge to lead from the front, to organise, and to do the ugly stuff is why we are where we are. In Ben Gibson he’s found a perfect ally.
And so for all the beauty and grace of Buendia and the clinical precision of Pukki, it was a second-half of said ugly stuff that won those three points last night.
Coventry’s response to some verbals from their manager was impressive, and while it didn’t quite reach kitchen sink level, some serious questions were asked of a City rearguard that responded accordingly.
City made light of the St Andrew’s quagmire in the first-half and produced footie that belied the bobbles and bare patches, but in the second it was of an ilk more suited to the surface, including the full gamut of crunching tackles, clipped heels, niggles and remonstrating.
That City emerged with no obvious additions to the injury list and with eleven bodies on the pitch was an added bonus; one that hasn’t always been a given this season.
With Brentford losing – their second defeat in a row – City have again put clear water between themselves and the pack, albeit only thanks to Swansea having played two games less. With the Swans claiming a late win against Forest, if they win those games in hand they will go top but, as Farke alluded to in his post-match chat, with 16 games to go it’s too early to delve too deeply into the ifs and buts.
Brentford’s blip may have caused much mirth across the Canary Nation, just as ours no doubt did in west London, but in the same way our downturn was only temporary, so too the Bees.
They’ll be back and re-entering the fray any time soon, probably starting on Saturday in the St Andrew’s bog. Equally, the flyers from South Wales will have a dip at some point in their next 18 games. It’s inevitable; it’s the Championship.
In Swansea’s favour of course is a defence that churns out clean sheets but I’m not expecting Steve Cooper’s men to squeeze the accelerator and leave the rest of us behind. They’re good but not that good.
So, another win tucked under our belts and the feelgood factor has returned along with the Teemu Pukki we know and love.
A lot can happen in 16 games but we’re still just ahead of the curve if season 2018-19 remains the barometer. So, in line with the not too high, not too low mantra, let’s keep it low-key and just turn our attention to Rotherham (h).
Never Mind the Danger.