A penny for a certain Cheshire millionaire’s thoughts, as our second successive 3-0 success was being screened across Sky to millions.
The romantic vision is of a smiling Steve Morgan, clinking a cup of tea towards Don Goodman, with a discreet little fist pump as the South Bank net rippled.
A cynical alternative shows Machiavellian Morgan caressing a cat on the arm of his oversized chair, stroking an imaginary beard and contemplating McDonald and Afobe’s current market value.
Of all the off-field conjecture and supposition (because that’s what the circumstances around Morgan’s departure amount to), the worry is that a seriously miffed businessman will cash in on the very assets he refused to part with in August, in a two fingered salute to all those naysaying fans who didn’t appreciate his benevolence.
Hell hath no fury like a Scouser scorned?
From the evidence we’ve seen in eight years of tempestuous ownership, I wouldn’t put anything past him.
So while results like this are like sugar for the soul, they wouldn’t half have a bitter aftertaste if they turned enough heads to look at Kenny Jackett’s navigation of a rudderless ship in unenviably choppy waters.
Maybe such worries can take a backseat when we’ve won so convincingly against a bogey side.
Maybe I should feel the three points and embrace our league position.
For the sake of this blog – if not my own sanity – I’ll attempt to do just that.
We look a very solid, dependable team with no shortage of ability.
Jack Price’s selfless, understated air of class offered the greatest evidence yet that he’s a midfielder not for messing.
Everything good about this performance owed itself to the youngster’s endeavours somewhere along the way, creating the stage for Kevin McDonald to glisten like only he knows how.
At the back, Dominic Iorfa was quite colossal, first in shackling the Terriers’ dangerman Carayol, and second in mounting countless attacks.
Danny Batth’s physical presence was worth its weight in a gold shirt, which aided Kortney House who steadily grew into the game against a rugged Ishmail Miller.
Martinez also looks to be a keeper with serious potential, to which I apologise unreservedly to Kenny Jackett for questioning his selection with such vehemence.
James Henry looked to be playing on a crest of a wave, with Ojo a genuine outlet on the other side.
Ahead of them, Benik Afobe looked completely out of sorts until he found more time on the ball in the second half, while Le Fondre worked hard to find space and set up the second goal for his teammate.
In short, it was an 8/10 performance across the board, with a smattering on nines from Price, Iorfa and McDonald.
With the team now starting to settle down and partnerships taking shape, we should look ahead to Derby County with optimism after the international break.
Unfortunately for me, I can’t shift images of an enraged ex-chairman from my mind, so I really can’t think that far ahead.