Well our away form continued to resemble a retarded abacus against Spurs at the weekend. I'm sure by now even the most unfortunate of children will have mastered their first count to five as it's now a sequence of 2-0, 3-0, 4-0 and 5-0 defeats away from home in the league- if we're not careful that bastard kid will be doing the most complicated times tables by Christmas.

The only thing that's missing in the sequence so far is a one nil away beating, something which I think we'd have taken over the last couple of games away from Turf Moor.

Oh, the joys of waking up on a Sunday morning with the incomparable feeling of another three points towards our survival. Our first Saturday win in the Premier League also saw us score more than once for the first time this campaign and turned a once hated figure into a new Claret and Blue hero.

Owen Coyle fairly decided against making changes to the side that has started every game since winning our opening home game against Manchester United, instead giving the eleven chance to answer some nonsense written about them following the whitewashings against Chelsea and Liverpool.

When in my last piece I spoke of Anfield being a footballing church I didn't expect to be welcomed by the Liverpool fans with a hastily arranged special Saturday service.

Prior to kick off the reds fans roared to their hymn Never Walk Alone which led me to believe that both sets of fans were going to contribute to a fantastic atmosphere. But while the Claret's played their part our opponents were pretty much subdued for the whole ninety minutes despite the 4-0 scoreline; in fact I'm not sure Emmanuel Adebayor or even Kanye West could've got them going.

Thank God for the International break. Prior to the fixtures coming out I was informed by her indoors that I was required to escort her to a friends wedding this coming weekend. My immediate thought was one of dread as I wondered which Burnley game I'd be forced to miss. Thankfully an England Slovenia friendly stepped in allowing me to enjoy the use of the overpriced four star hotel to its maximum.

Although for the price of sitting in a Turkish Sauna this weekend, seven days earlier I could've shelled out for an overdraft busting ticket at Stamford Bridge to watch us play Chelsea.

Unable to head south to watch our 3-0 defeat by Carlo Ancelotti's men due to work commitments I instead had to settle for the fantastic coverage on ESPN (now that's brand loyalty for you).