The Cup We All Give a Stuff About Now Report Bolton Wanderers 3-2 Sheffield Wednesday

Not for the first time, I was horrendously wrong.

All day I was convinced that last night’s Carabao Cup game against Sheffield Wednesday would be a damp squib.

Well, it turned out to be anything but.

It was a thrilling game, with Bolton Wanderers putting in their best performance of the season. Yeah, we might have had a grumble about selection beforehand and yeah, we might have feared the worst given the wealth of attacking talent the opposition had to play with, but by Christ it was a good win.

Wanderers went one up from Dorian Dervite. You read that right. No, it wasn’t an own goal. The strike, from a corner, came just before half time and gave the lads a boost going into the second half.

In the space of seven second-half minutes, the Whites were three up and everything was LOLing their heads off. What the hell was going on! Wanderers broke the back of the stupid Gary Madine curse mythology with some fantastic attacking play.

The exciting Adam Armstrong scored a penalty, with captain for the night Jem Karacan knocking the third in just seven minutes later. We were flying.

Then came the nerves and boy did they come.

If you read the internet, like I used to, then it was all Darren Pratley’s fault. On as a sub, his arrival coincided with Wanderers suffering two goals from ex-Bolton striker Jordan Rhodes (ask your dad, kids). It was, however, simply that - a coincidence.

The attacking power that Wednesday had could not be resisted all night - be honest with yourselves - we’d give our right nut for any of their strikers. Rhodes, Gary Hooper, Fernando Forestieri....all would walk into our team.

However despite these wealth of riches Wednesday couldn’t find a third and Wanderers took the W in style.

Now we look to the Third Round draw, which internet racists will tell you is nothing short of A MASSIVE DISGWACE because it’s being broadcast at daft o’clock in China.

Well, internet racists, give your head a wobble. It doesn’t matter when the draw is. Just get on with your lives and stop looking for something to moan about - I know it’s hard, but trust me, when you learn to let go then you will be just fine.

Anyway, let’s have Tottenham Hotspur away. I fancy Wembley.