You lost but how about a tossing off from old Brucie?

The dust has well and truly settled.

The reality of the struggle to attain a top six finish against teams with premiership parachutes sewn together with pound notes will come back into play from Tuesday.

I remain a proud Claret in face of the Spurs defeat, that’s one thing that’s unwavering.

But now I would like to mourn the passing of Wednesday’s Wembley opportunity without the continued condescending moral comforting from other clubs supporters.

I don’t need or want a Spurs, Rovers or fan of any club to give me the token “well done” or “you boys deserved it more”.

For all their supercilious good will, they might as well come and whisper “there, there” in my ear whilst patting me on the head or why not go the whole hog and offer me a consolation hand-job to soothe my disappointment.

Football’s a cut throat game where fans biased opinions matter.

Working in a Blackburn office I’d rather have a gloating Rovers fan spouting gash about how great our demise was than seek his solace.

At least then there’s still something to hate about losing.

Today the whole workforce has turned into caricature of Bruce Forsyth, with each well wisher coining the “didn’t they do well” catchphrase.

Last night saw a Tottenham supporting friend of mine send a barrage of pissy text messages about how he wished we’d have gone through instead and will buy me a drink for every underserved Spurs goal.

Ok, I’ll still take the six drinks but depression keeps returning because of these people’s smug sentiments.

Now please stop treating me like a failed game show contestant and get back to your relegation battles.

It’s our loss and our moment that’s passed so let me wave to the camera and say I’ve had a jolly good day out without tickling my bottom from behind.

Because lets face it when things go wrong for them I won’t be offering them my tossing off hand in sympathy.