Result sums up this division
I always say look forward, don't look back. But we have got to look back a little bit because last week epitomised what this Championship is all about. We had scored 10 goals in the previous two home games and Barnsley were on the rocks.
As I was having a few libations on the Friday in my local hostelry in Rothley, people were saying 'Oh we're in for a goal-feast tomorrow Birch and a good three points'. But it just sent shivers down my spine because the Championship is not like that.
Although they had been on a poor run, Barnsley had previously gone to Birmingham and won 5-0, and also beaten Middlesbrough 1-0 earlier in the season.
But what happened, happened. To say we had the large majority of the play would be an understatement.
We pounded them for a good 90 minutes. The two opportunities they had they took well. And when you put 11 men behind the ball, even Barcelona will find it difficult to get goals. It looked as though we were staring defeat in the face until Vards popped up and got the equaliser.
Although it wasn't the result that we wanted, at least not a lot of damage was done.
So we move on to Millwall. I remember playing once at old Cold Blow Lane – the mere mention of it sums up Millwall.
In the 1970s, it was the most frightening place you could go and visit, even as a player.
You would go under those dark, satanic arches around the south of London.
It was always miserable, but one particular night was so frightening.
Supporters were told not to wear their scarves of opposing colours – fortunately we were blue and white so it didn't matter – and even the visiting fans were told not to speak unless they spoke in a rough Cockney accent because if it was found out that you from a northern club…well, the least said about that the better.
It was so intimidating because the crowd were right on top of you.
I remember once, the ball went out of play. I went to take a quick throw-in, and the touchline was so close to the spectators that as soon as I stepped back, the next thing I knew, their supporters had yanked me into the crowd.
I didn't bother arguing with them.
This week I attended a senior citizen's Christmas party at the King Power Stadium.
Yes, it was suggested that The Birch should be there joining them, being as now I'm in my dotage, and I told them they'll have to keep a place warm for me next year.
There are also a number of sad occasions that I have to mention.
I attended the funeral of Dave Sexton, who was my old manager at Chelsea.
It was a 'who's who' at Kenilworth, and I bumped into many ex-players and it was particularly good to see the likes of David Webb, John Hollins, Peter Bonetti and Tommy Baldwin from my time there.
I also attended the funeral of 14-year-old Joe Humphries. He was the son of a great lad called Steve Humphries, who was our reserve goalkeeper under Mark Wallington.
There was a massive turn-out at the church in Rothley, and it was well-represented by ex-Leicester City players as well.
I just want to say, from myself and Leicester City Football Club, that our thoughts go out to Steve and his family.