A tale of two matches on the bus this morning.

First up, away to Bristol Rovers in the FA Cup. We thrashed them 4-1 without seeming to break much of a sweat.

Then a league match away at Boston Utd. We lost 2-1, with the consolation goal coming with virtually the last kick of the game.

Same old story. Cup, good; league, bad. We’re down to seventh now. Okay, so the league match was only two days after the cup match, but I was hoping the euphoria of the big win would be more important than tiredness. I guess not.

It’s weird and annoying, this form. And what’s with Walton? An absolute star in cup matches – in his five cup appearances he’s got man of the match twice and hammered in goals – he just doesn’t do a thing in the league.

And we’re really missing Woods in defence. I’m having to play Lloyd out on the right and he was much happier on the left. He’ll probably just get used to playing on the right when Woods gets fit again and I swap him back.