With an unfamiliar look (again) and a barely fathomable formation (again) with questionable personnel (again), Wanderers lined up with Jose Casado making his home debut.
The away side began in the ascendancy with their pace on the break proving dangerous. It was only by luck and the ability of Ben Amos that we managed to make it to 20mins before conceding.
Liam Feeney conceded a soft and needless free kick to the left of the area, and ex-Wanderer Paul Robinson met it at the far post to score his second in a week, and second in eight years - more than Emile Heskey, interestingly.
It was at this point that the referee threatened to lose control of the game, issuing card after card for barely-there challenges and perceived fouls which nobody seemed to agree with.
One decision that he did get right was to book on-loan Arsenal man Wellington Silva for a pathetic dive, one which injured the Brazilian and saw him replaced by Max Clayton. He also booked Birmingham's Paul Caddis for simulating being kicked in the head by Casado, which is funny because he was kicked in the head by Casado.
Anyway, half time came and went, and the second period began much in the same way.
Wanderers' lack of creativity was stark, and very worrying to see.
Our only real chance of the half came when Liam Feeney's shot was parried out to Gary Madine, who missed. Darren Pratley, who had a poor game, failed with the follow-up.
When we're losing in this situation you can usually rely on the late flurry to at least provide some excitement - but no - instead we had two woeful Feeney crosses that failed to beat the first man, and a load of pissing around on the halfway line.
It was a relief when the referee blew the final whistle, and we could all go home.
Things are very, very bad.