When I began this blog, it was based on the premise that I would write about Notts County-linked experiences as a roving reporter for BBC's Final Score.
So far, there have been plenty of those - not least being given the gig to report on Notts' opening game v Huddersfield for both Final Score and Radio Five Live.
Last Saturday was another such occasion with Pride Park the venue for Derby v QPR. Before my very eyes, the shrinking violets that are Shaun Derry and of course, Neil Warnock.
Derry's contribution was limited. The anticipated fireworks between him and Robbie Savage never materialised but Neil is still nobody's shimmering cascade in the technical area! Plenty of rockets and a few bangers remain the Warnock weapons of choice!
I had to keep reminding myself that Neil is one of the few managers to boast a refereeing qualification, but that did not spare the young lino from dogs abuse - at least until Rangers scored twice in stoppage time to draw 2-2 - though not as late as we did at Bournemouth.
With a point secured, Neil was serenity personified - handshakes all round - including the female lino who presumably was mighty glad she wasn't operating in front of the technical area for most of the match!
But talking with Neil again briefly after his post-match interviews set me wondering, as the day had also seen the unveiling of the marvellous Pride Park statue of Clough and Taylor.
Neil's achievements at Meadow Lane are worthy of some sort of tribute but then he would need a statue in several locations given his uncanny record of success. And how would he cast by the marvellous sculptor Andy Edwards, whom those of us on the statue committee hope will work on our own Jimmy and Jack memorial.
Well, he'd have to be shouting, pointing probably, kicking something even - and what's he done to his eyebrows? No, that's something else all together!
It was marvellous to see Neil in action again. For many too young to know what us old-timers enjoyed most about the Sirrel era, then the Warnock Wonder years are a very good second best.
But somehow, I don't think Neil sees himself as second best to anyone and not long after we thought he was heading for a tractor in his adopted west county homeland - he looks to be weaving his magic again in west London. Good on Yer Neil and thanks for the memories!
