Sat in the family enclosure amongst like-minded fathers and sons was a lovely new experience for a nomadic Molineux frequenter.
Packed with innocent, virtuous youngsters who unconditionally love the Beautiful Game was a sight that will live long in the memory.
A quite magnificent performance from Swindon Town.
When the children all around me weren’t stumbling over my trailing jaw, they were asking their parents how in God’s name we were winning.
It was as if their waves of attacks were mirroring the impossible amount of times I had to stand and give way for one little boy’s toilet breaks.
He must have had 15 in the space of the second half as I stood, sat, stood and sat as he scuttled past to empty his bladder.
About the same amount of times that our goal was peppered, which may well account for such chronic incontinence in one so young and tender.
Spurs loanees Luongo and Mason were almost literally untouchable in the middle of the park, as the former ran into open space like Jack Wilshere, while the latter just glistened.
Had Mason brought his shooting boots, which were only in evident in his scorching late netbuster, he could have scored four and Swindon six. I’m not joking.
So good were they that they made Crawley Town’s recent supremacy appear marginal, which made the three points all the sweeter.
Amid such assured company, Lee Evans and David Davis – in particular – struggled and we were simply incapable of keeping the ball.
Thankfully for us, our old boy Darren Ward was as leaden footed as ever for the away team and their defence looked shaky as a result.
That we scored three goals in such a one sided game tells its own story.
In another huge boost for Kenny Jackett, it is becoming abundantly clear that Carl Ikeme is the best goalkeeper in the league. He must have stunk of leather, such was the amount of times the gold and black Mitre kept thudding into his body.
Captain Ricketts made a worldly block from Nile Ranger to also keep the Robins at bay in the first half, while Danny Batth did likewise to deny that man Mason in the second.
And one final boost is the strength of our squad, with Siggy and Foley combining for the all important third.
As firepower goes, we do possess our fair share too, with an off colour Griffiths surely bagging a couple on any other given day.
Had the game finished 7-4 to Swindon, few inside Molineux could complain…
…A scoreline that most 6 year-old boys and their fathers in the family enclosure could doubtless relate to.