I had discreetly resigned myself to the idea that the years were passing at an accelerated rate now and that the consequence would be that I became an even grumpier old git. Gone forever the days when I could be moved to spontaneous, and childlike, applause because our debutant Argentine forward had thumped in his second of the night to thrill us all with a four goal second half against a newly promoted team, that time Swansea City. Gone at least until the last few days. Four goals in the second half to see off a Palace team 2-0 ahead at the half way mark, and a Palace team traumatised by a Norse god aided by ten giants. But last night witnessed an explosion of what could only be classed as genuine, hand clapping, oh-ahing excitement! The whole team was superb, but Haaland was breathtaking, from the time he scored with his first touch to the moment, 26 minutes later, he completed his hat-trick - this time a perfect hat-trick in reply to the scouser who derided Saturday's as the worst ever in PL history (though that was a rushed job of only 19 minutes). And when Erling took his leave young Alvarez thought he'd better take over. We'd had one glimpse already and we knew his work rate was phenomenal, but the finishing! Two absolute belters! I was no longer a grumpy old git. I was excited! As excited as young grandchildren who chortled at every goal. As excited as my 20 year old grandson who had been inspired by Sergio to ask, "Grandpa, is Sergio as good as Shaun Goater?" And so Ancoats, old chap, I too have no intention of buying into any media nonsense but like you and every City fan, I' really looking forward to the ride.