Frankenstein brought his monster to life in November and Doctor Evil has reanimated West Ham United in similar fashion. We had no right to win tonight. West Ham don't win that far North. West Ham don't win anywhere away from home in November. But Allardyce does.
Credit where credit is due, this is a new West Ham United. I know the opposition are soft but with West Ham that doesn't matter. On a cold November night north of the Watford Gap, we would normally be favourites to lose against a team of blind amputees; but one chance in the first half apart, Miserableborough hardly had a sniff. This wasn't lucky like at Coventry nor was it ugly like at Brighton, this was controlled, slick, clinical and ultra professional. This was the performance of a team that believes in itself - and we haven't been able to say that for a long, long time now!
Faubert played well. Taylor played well. Noble played well. Diop nearly finished off a wonderful move that featured well over ten passes. Demel had a good debut. Tomkins looked good. McCartney was efficient. Faye was Faye. Unfussy and effective. Green was good. Freddie the Fly Tipper scored, and so did Carlton, rounding the keeper before doing so. O'Brien came on and did well. And Nolan played.
Some will be disappointed that Southampton won but, in a strange way, that result suited us too. The gap is substantial and the teams below must be turning their minds to securing a play off pace. Had Southampton stumbled, Hull and Leeds and Leicester would have sniffed a chance. But looking at the table tonight they will feel daunted.
And better still, Cardiff made it through to the semifinal of the League Cup. Good on them, Speed would be proud, but it isn't going to help them to stay focused on the league is it?
Well done to Doctor Evil, even if he has sold our soul, along with his own, to the Devil!