So bored was I with the Burnley game, I forgot Freddie Sears' fifth goal - so it was 5-1, not 4-1.
But I'll remember the score of today's game for a long time.
My friend, John Sinnott, is a passionate Liverpool fan who's followed them all over Europe, and so has plenty of experience of highs and lows at football matches. We always meet after the match at Upton Park. Usually this is for him to gloat. But not today.
Some years ago, we beat Liverpool with a last minute penalty from Mark Noble. This led to to a discussion on why people leave games early. As John pointed out, you simply cannot leave early or you'll never experience the truly heart-stopping delirium of winning the game with practically the last kick. But then again, you'll never have the heartbreak of losing in the same fashion.
We had that experience in the cup final when Steve Gerrard stole our cup with an equaliser from the last kick of normal time. Extra time and penalties was a formality - we knew then we'd lost with the honed pessimism of generations of supporting West Ham. And if only Scaloni had lumped the ball instead of playing it to said Steve Gerrard!
But today was not a last-minute decider, but nevertheless last-minute joy. In both halves. That all those people who leave early to get to the bar, or the queue for the train will have missed both times. For them, the game was probably a 1-1 draw.
Demba Ba is already a hit with us, because his name is perfect for the terraces. The tune of Cum Baya is great to belt out "Demba Ba Ba Ba, He scores goals" and he did gloriously to put us 2-0 up at half time. This followed Super Scott's super strike.
Of course, at half-time we rehearsed how many occasions we had lost or drawn from a 2 goal winning position this year and concluded that the best we'd achieve would be a draw. I was simply hoping that Avram wouldn't give one of his inspirational half-time team talks along the lines of 'drop deep, mark space, don't compete for headers and whatever you do, don't close down the wide men before they have a chance to put a cross in'. I've not heard it, but the team follows his instructions to the letter from what I've seen this season so far. Jack just hoped it would be Super Scott giving the half-time inspiration as he did at West Brom to retrieve a 3-0 half-time deficit.
In the second half, it definitely looked like Avram had given the team talk, but at least we competed for the ball and Matty Upson was immense in his challenges. Of course, we expected Bridge to do something silly, but this time he left it to Tompkins and Jacobsen. A ball crying out to be hoofed was allowed back into the box for West Ham reject (I wish) Glen Johnson to score with ten minutes left.
Of course, we knew that was it - we would now concede at least an equaliser and probably the winner. Players like Super Scott and Der Hammer Hitzlsperger were running on empty given the shifts they'd put in, and Ba and Piquionne had run themselves out.
But Carlton outmuscled Skrtl (who stole all his consonants?) and poached an extra-time beauty at Reina's near post.
90 seconds of unbridled, unpessimistic joy to savour.
And now Stoke can both stuff our FA Cup run and end our mini survival revival. Or we can play against them like we do against the top teams and achieve something.
Sometimes you just have to believe, so for the next week at least, just like the Monkees, I'm A Believer.
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