IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was the £500k of wisdom, it was the £13m of foolishness.
It was the of 10 goals and assist of belief, it was the two goals and red card of incredulity.
It was the 76 points of Light, it was the 15 points of Darkness.
We were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
In short, the period showed that Papiss had so utterly outclassed Dijbrial since their January arrival in the Kenna, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted, for good or for evil, the name Cissé was in the superlative degree of comparison only.