Some bad games ruin your Saturday night, others destroy a weekend, but certain special defeats take much longer to get out of your system.

With truly soul destroying matches like Saturday's 0-3 to Leicester, it is impossible to get over them until witnessing the next win.

For those of us who can't get all the way to Middlesbrough (which will be such a hard game anyway) that's a sulk that lasts until November 23rd at the very, very earliest.

If you see me this month, cross the street, I am not good company right now, I am only communicating in grunts and growls.

Tragically, the Leicester result seemed obvious early doors. We looked fragile and fractured - you could see how up for the game Leicester were from the very start.

Those nasty Foxes came flying out of the traps, no doubt buoyed by us taunting them with repeated footage of the Play-off goal on the big screen.

Anthony Knockaert was the complete villain, taunting fans for daring to be upset with him for brazenly cheating in the 96th minute of a life changing football match.

His celebration after Leicester's lucky opening goal was horrendous - to borrow a famous quote 'everything that is wrong with football'.

He knows he dived, he knows he cheated, so did he really need to cause a riot in The Rookery?

Surely he should have surely been booked for his antics. At a less friendly family club he would have been lynched and the fans and the club would have been in a whole world of trouble.

Through gritted teeth, I have to say, fair play to the cry-baby for Leicester's second goal - that's how he should have conducted himself from the off.

He showed what he could do with the ball, scored a cracking goal, celebrated with his own fans and shut us up.

He exorcised his Play-off demons in a way that if he hadn’t acted as he did, I would have almost taken my hat off to him.

That's how you do it, mate. Ironically, he got booked for his behaviour during the second goal. Again, 'everything that is wrong with football'.

We have of course got over such painful defeats before, both in the Zola era and eariler.

And we will bounce back. If only we could get back to The Vic sooner. And if only we hadn’t had to witness Knockaert’s hideous goading.