But even with the step up in performance we still needed that goal to show for it so with just under an hour played, on came David Williams for Nathan Burns. The Krishna/Burns/Singh combo has been the baseline of all the quality the Nix have provided in attack this season so breaking it up was a risk, even if Burns hadn’t been up to much (other than one brief flash of genius when he waxed a defender in the first half to get into the box but another bloke stepped over in cover when his touch was too heavy). Williams, to his credit, has toiled away determinedly whenever he’s been out there… but he also hasn’t really done much else.

Until now. David Williams changed this game. He gave the Nix a bit more physicality and structure up front to complement the elusive speed and skill already there and that was all it took. His rasping shot in the 67th minute almost snuck past Young in goal but the keeps was able to parry it into the ground and away to safety, we’re talking like a centimetre lower to the ground and that shot was in. And then then in the 75th we got some Sarpreet magic skipping past defenders at will and – eureka! - Avraam Papadopoulos (who had been credited with the OG) finally came up with a way to stop him, rushing out and clattering him to the ground. But the ball rolled nicely for Williams who took a pop first time and scored a brilliant goal.

Two minutes later Roy Krishna made it 3-1 from the spot after Young had spilled a corner kick and then rugby tackled Tom Doyle. Big props to the ref there because so often you see that given as a free kick for the keeper, obstruction or whatever, but he’d already dropped the ball. He’d made the mistake which led to the collision. That ain’t Doyle’s fault. Love that call. Roy’s finish was cool as a kid on Christmas is not.

But wait, there was more. Order now and you’ll get a fourth goal for free! Sarpreet Singh got his massively deserved strike, second in two games, near the end when he whipped in a free kick on the right edge of the penalty area and the wall for some reason ducked under it. It almost feels like something the Phoenix might have been guilty of in recent times. The standing-in-a-defensive-wall version of handing in a half-arsed essay because, what’s the point, you were going to fail anyway, why bother? Parting like the red sea, to use a religiously appropriate simile. Parting like the buttons from your shirt after Christmas lunch to use a secularly appropriate simile. Take your pick, my gurus all preach inclusion.