This is more of a perspective than a report as I wasn't at the game and I don't feel it would be fair to judge individual incidents and players when all I know is what I read.

Well, Boxing Day games are usually the highlight of Christmas for me. Usually its either a nice home game with a 12pm kick off or, in our Premiership days, a short trip across London to Arsenal or Chelsea. But this year was a trip to Norwich, which at the prices they were charging, one game to many for me so I opted to stay at home.

When I miss out on a QPR game the choice is usually easy. Watch Soccer Saturday on Sky and watch the results come in goal by goal. As it was Boxing Day and the grandparents were over, the television was booked all afternoon as they watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid. B

ugger, Couldn't be arsed with the radio so I went for the next best thing the Internet. No, that was impossible too, with dinner ready at 5pm, My mum wanted the table, where my computer lives, for dinner (not to eat, to put the food on). So my computer lay on the floor all disconnected and with my sister on the phone I couldn't listen to live commentary via the net.

So I made a decision, totally ignore the game and watch a video. As I got a new video recorder for Christmas I could do this in my room and I watched all the shit I had recorded on Christmas Eve. My mind wandered as I watched Ian win a million pounds on TFI Friday, I wonder how many we took to Norwich, Did Tracy from the messagboard get there OK with her daughter as mascot, is Steiner playing, are we winning yet??

My mind went back to TV as I watched Royal Family again and once again laughed myself stupid at the best show on this Christmas. A quick check of the clock and it was 3.40pm, can't check ceefax yet, as Norwich will score as soon as I look. Half time comes so I brave it. "Just gonna check text Nan" was my statement rather than question, she groaned and I noticed she was fast asleep.

Result I thought, I can watch soccer Saturday now and tell her the films finished. (Yes I am Evil). Onto Ceefax, page 302 to see Spurs win 4-0. Wow, check premiership first just to show my watching mum I am not bothered if we win or lose and am just learning the inevitable. Onto page 305 and as always, QPR are on the last page I am gonna see. 1-1, Wardley 40 mins. Well done lads, bloody Breacker got an own goal but a draw would be a good result.

Onto Soccer Saturday where the superb Jeff Stelling was conducting things with his usual calmness. "Carrow Road next" said Mr Stelling. It is hard to describe the number of emotions you feel as those words are spoken. It usually goes something like this "We've scored, no we cant have we're losing bloody typical, is it a penalty or has Kiwomya got sent off again" all these thoughts in a matter of second before the reporter appears.

"Still 1-1 here and not much happening". "You bastards!!", my heart just missed a beat and all for you to tell me nothing happening. Hang on, if nothing happens we get a point, I'll take that. The rest of the half sees me looking at other games rather than QPR as I hope Sheff Wed hang on to beat Boro and Bradford hang on for a point at Old Trafford. Within minutes it seems Man Utd go 4-0 up and I start to feel a bit sorry for Bradford.

At least QPR have got a point I think. Full time results start to appear and it all seems like the end of a good and not too tense day. Then it hits the red letters appear at the bottom of the screen. "GOAL FLASH Norwich 2 QPR 1 C. Llewellyn 87mins". Nooooooooooooooo, we've blown it, I am gutted then Jeff tells me we've had Langley sent off then another one gets sent off, it all happens as Boxing day turns to disaster.

My Nan wakes up to tell me Norwich have scored, Thanks Nan I can read but you can't be rude as its Christmas and shes just spent her Pension on some new socks for me so I'll be nice and say "oh yeah".

So three points down the drain, I got my computer back connected to read a report and Boxing Day was rescued when I saw Austin Powers The Spy who Shagged me, another Christmas present which had me giggling like a schoolboy all night.