What on earth is going on down at Blackburn Rovers these days? After spending the last two years in a general state of depression after match days, I've started to feel uplifted by what I'm witnessing.

No longer am I grunting one syllable replies to my wife's attempts at conversation or kicking the dog with a venom that Ashley Ward could only dream of.

No, I actually now find myself going into great depths about the game and how entertaining the past couple of hours have been. How the players have played free flowing stuff, fought like their lives depended on it and created and scored goals.

I've even been going to great lengths to explain the amazing technique of the Kuqi celebratory dive such has been my post match enthusiasm. Not that it makes any difference as X Factor is usually on at the time but I digress.

Seriously though, what a great time it is to be a Rovers fan. Gone are the labels of 'thugs' and 'dull to watch' replaced by 'probably the best passing team in the league at the moment' (Moyes, Dec 2005).

Never has the new mood about the place been more encapsulated than in the ninety minutes of the West Ham game on Saturday though. Basically the game had everything from shocking to defending to a shocking penalty decision (thank you Mr. Riley) and is the sort of stuff that if it is served up on a regular basis will surely entice the fans back to Ewood.

One would have thought that in the absence of Bellamy (how we need him back as soon as possible) that Rovers would revert to the system of last year and concentrate on not conceding.

For the first half, although the pretty passing was in evidence there was no real sign of a breakthrough and the nagging suspicion was that if the Hammers did get a chance they would take it. Sure enough they did and I spent half time wishing for a draw such was my opinion on us scoring.

I don't suppose I could have been more wrong. After the penalty the game was as end to end as a basketball game. From being a team that in the first half was striving to score the 'perfect' goal we reverted to a more direct style. Rather than trying to play through West Ham we put the ball in their last third and tried to capitalise on any mistakes.

Nothing too sophisticated about that but a goal is a goal no matter how it's scored and there'll be no Rovers fans arguing about seeing three at home.

Having said that we were helped immeasurably by the hapless Christian Dailly who turned in his best ever performance for Rovers without actually donning the blue and white halves.

All in all it was a great result - if only something could be done about that drummer!