City's hopes soon faded as the game started. A dull and quite rubbish first half developed, with City showing once againa Jeckyll and Hyde character by being totally shite. Lacklustre, slow, clueless. Same old shite. 2nd to every ball, no fight, no tackling, didn't look like scoring. And Spurs were as bad. What a crap game.

There were few chances, particularly by Leicester. Ferdinand put the first real effort wide of Ian Walker's post, while a Davidson volley for City was well saved by Sullivan as Leicester looked to hit Spurs on the break. ie not very often.

Davidson appeared to be playing as Muzzy Izzet, attacking in midfield, in a 5-3-2 formation. This seemed a strange choice at first, but paid off as he had the game of his life! He was everywhere and made some great attacks and put in a few shots. He was about the only City player all half to get stuck in and go for it. The rest looked half asleep. Young Matty Piper was giving his best shot but had little support and must have felt quite frustrated and down.

City had actually managed to have possession and a few attempts on goal for about 10 minutes when Spurs broke and cut through the defence as though it were jelly. Frank Sinclair, although back, was obviously not at his fittest, and Laursen and Elliott aint the quickest in the Prem anymore let's face it. A couple of slick passes that City didn't even attempt to cut out saw Iversen flick onto Anderton who volleyed home.

Here we go again.

The second half didn't start much better and within 15 minutes Anderton was causing us problems again. His cross from the right found Simon Davies who was totally unmarked and under no pressure from the City defence. 2-0 to Spurs.

The City fans looked glum.

But then Mr. Jeckyll decided he'd had enough, and Mr. Hyde came out to play.

City decided to start playing some football, win the ball and attack. Bit bleeding late now innit?! Constant pressure eventually forced a freekick outside the box.

Sav and Taricco were fighting and pulling each other around in the box. As Stef Oakes took the free kick the two of them got their feet tangled and both sprawled in opposite directions leaving a nice opening. The ball whizzed through, took a teeny deflection off a Spurs guy and the City fans erupted as they saw if fly in the back of the net. We began to think maybe we could get a point out of the game.

All hell broke loose a minute later as Spurs went up the other end. Sav decided to get stuck in at last, there were handbags at 5 paces, and an altercation between Taricco and Impey really kicked things off. Impey went up face to face with Taricco...who went down like a lead balloon holding his face and writhing in agony.

Impey lost the plot completely. He was so outraged that Taricco should cheat so badly he went after him. It took Frank Sinclair and two other City players to hold him off Taricco. The ref conferred with the linesmen, who obviously agreed with Impey, but Impey managed to get a yellow for dissent.

The last 10 minutes were pretty bloody exciting, with adreneline rushing, as City fought for the equaliser. A great run and cross by Jordan Stewart found an incoming Callum Davidson who forced a great save from Sullivan to deny Callum a well deserved goal and equaliser.

At least we went down fighting...but why did we leave it until we were 2-0 down? If we played like that for 90 minutes every week, maybe, just maybe, there would still be time to get out of the relegation spots.