Andy Munro looks back at a dramatic day for Blues.

I’m afraid that’s me, although I’ve watched every dire home game this season and that’s my excuse. Against Wigan, we looked completely impotent and when we went two nil down against the Trotters , it seemed that getting any result was equivalent to trying to conquer Mount Everest in a pair of Shoe Zone trainers.

Yet somehow, and most un-Blueslike, we snatched (relative) victory from the jaws of defeat. In typical Lee Clark style it took us to be staring down the footballing equivalent of the barrel of a twelve bore to introduce game changers such as Ibe and Macheda. Mind you, it was fittingly dyed in the wool Bluenose Mitch Hancox who laid on Ziggy’s goal and gave us a fighting chance. From then there was only one team in it although, in fact, apart from the opening period of the second half, Blues had always been in the ascendancy.

Roared on by a fabulous wall of Peaky Blinder-inspired sound, Blues entered six minutes of Fergie time still trailing. Then Ibe put the ball into a panic -stricken Bolton box and it seemed like it wasn’t to be Blues’ day as the ball was cleared off the line only for Caddis to be ‘Johnny on the Spot’ with an equalising header. Cue wild scenes on the terraces (never mind Sheldon, Acocks Green and Chelmsley…and a certain house in Hollywood)!

Yet twenty minutes earlier, my thoughts had been centred around what were the best pubs in Scunthorpe, where was Rochdale and would we outnumber Coventry fans at Northampton? Thankfully these issues are not ones to now concern me but does this brilliant victory make Lee Clark a decent manager? It would be churlish to comment on the day of this momentous victory but nobody can deny the manager’s passion for the club. The only downer is that there were no doubt similar scenes of celebration in Hong Kong. Our retained Championship status will keep more buyers interested but at what price?