For forty five minutes we were in dreamland but the horror show was lying in wait. How do these things happen? Well the simple answer is also the obvious one. All our defensive shortcomings floated back to the surface. Our forwards must be as fed with it as the rest but while you can’t just blame one man, Alberto Moreno shouldn’t have slept easy after his contribution to the loss of what seemed nailed on points. The first free kick he gave away was bad enough and it led to Seville being given a lifeline but the penalty was downright stupidity. From there onwards it was backs to the wall, all hands to the pumps before we finally conceded the late leveller. Enough is enough. The first half was simply sublime and we had so many players who looked like scoring it was an embarrassment of riches. The good thing is we remain in the driving seat, a draw away from the knockout stages. The Spartak game should have been a night out, now it’s likely to be one of those tense nights and finger nails likely to be nibbled.