Psst, keep it to yourself, but the Albion won a league game at home last Saturday.

Not since Messer’s Slade, Booker and White sat looking bemused, if not a little furtive in the Albion dugout last October, has that happened.

Away win's aside it has to one of worst runs in home league form in the clubs history.

Honest, four Japanese’s tourists were wandering around Sussex looking for a place called ‘Brighton nil’ last Thursday.

Poyets 4-5-1, I don’t care who I upset formation, as previously discussed devoid of Cox and Whing, appears to be the way forward.

I love the way Gus and Mauricio continually cajole and encourage the team throughout the game. Gus looked like he was desperate to join in Gary Dicker’s goal celebrations, as he stood shuffling his feet with excitement on the edge of the technical area.

It was a good game, but I was struggling to stay awake late in the first half, nothing to do with action but more to do with a two year old in his own bed (not cot) a tractor that plays ‘Old McDonald’ and some Brio. Brio isn’t noisy I hear you say! It is when it is scrapped along a radiator at 4.30am.

So at halftime, I sauntered off to get a caffeine inducing coffee. When I eventfully got to the front of one of the three queues, I was charged £1.20 for two scoops of Kenco Rappor and some tepid water.

At least the staff in Starbucks occasionally wear a mask, well at Halloween they do.

When I asked where I might find the milk, the young girl pointed at a non descript carton in front of me.

It then became clear why this instant coffee so expensive, because if you’re lucky, you can get some ketchup in your milk.

Back in block C with my ‘wake up potion’ Gary Dicker scored a beauty, to finish off lethargic, almost disinterested Exeter.

Not long after this, probably the most interesting if not exciting moment of the afternoon. It now transpires that the Exeter manager Paul Tisdale had not listed Director of football Steve Perryman as being present in the dugout. An extremely officious fourth official, excitedly got the attention of Referee Rushton and like one of those horrible school prefects, informed our man in the middle that Mr Perryman shouldn’t be there.And after some finger wagging he was despatched elsewhere, but where?

First the former Tottenham FA Cup winning captain had a hug with Gus Poyet, then escorted by a ‘chief’ steward, ambled along the touchline a few feet past the Albion dug out, stopped, watched the match, wandered back towards the Exeter bench, then wandered off towards the east goal. All the time being shadowed by this steward. Now I live near some of the many nursing homes on Dyke Road and dear old Steve did remind me of some of the ‘inmates' who, out on a shopping trip ask their carers ‘’What we having for tea’’?’’Have you seen my Harry’’? ‘’Well I expect I’ll vote for that nice Mr Heath’’ The best highlight of this episode was when he tried to negotiate a seat in Block V. Eventually I hear he turned up moaning about the price of Halibut, in the Director’s box.

Of course in reality Stevie was just trying to gee up his players he only got sent off once in his playing career you know.

I am just glad Gus Poyet wandered into the Albion, because the way his team are playing at the moment anything is possible. I just hope pre season isn’t silly season. And some big Championship or Premiership side don’t come waving cash, which in likelihood they can’t afford.