It’s a long story, but it was a late night last night.

I’m talking about me, not Villa, I don’t know what the excuse is for that.

This was the first game I’ve missed in I can’t remember how long. There was an hour gone and we were 3-0 down by the time I got to it. I already knew the score when I tuned in.

I saw the 4th and we looked terrible during the half hour I saw. I nipped out of the room during the last five minutes of normal time and missed the fifth, but caught the sixth in injury time.

That’s all I have right now. My head is pounding and I have no sense of humour at all, let alone any sense of perspective.

What I will say is that we apparently played the best XI we had available and aside from Carew missing an early penalty, the stats show me a side that was comprehensively outplayed. Comprehensively outplayed by Newcastle who have just come up from the Championship.

Maybe beating a West Ham side who were beaten 3-1 at home yesterday by Bolton wasn’t anything to get carried away with.

There’s been three 6-0 games this weekend, we’re one of them and I can’t describe how bad that feels.

That’s it. I’m going back to bed. Not a happy camper.