With Nelson Oliveira replacing Jonny Williams early in the second half, we hoped that it would be the Nelson that started to look a real player in recent weeks rather than the imposter that rocked up at Molineux and body swapped with the real Nelson after 15 minutes of that game. His first touch - a shot from distance that the adjective 'wayward' would object to being associated with, suggested that the imposter was the one which clambered aboard the Forest coach.
Nonetheless, the home crowd were getting a little jittery and at least the ball was spending more time in the Blackburn half. Sporadically, Steele was called into action but in truth, the game resembled a splodge of a doddle by a four year old - not your own four year old either but someone else's. Bengali-Fore Koita really should have scored when gifted a free header.
As the game wore on, the quality on offer deteriorated. An away goal would make most gloss over this fact but it rarely looked likely. As Jamie Ward prepared to step up to hammer a free kick into the Blackburn wall, a lone voice in the Ewood Park crowd imported him to "get on with it". A watching audience wholeheartedly concurred but deep down hoped this referred to the game as a whole. The only surprise here was that Henri Lansbury didn't spoon it into the upper echelons of the Darwen End. In Ferris Bueller's Day Off, a teacher drones on to an unwilling and dispirited audience about "voodoo economics". That was this game.
Would it have been ok if Matt Mills' late header would have found the target and not grazed the post? Sure - an away win is an away win and the game is one of fine margins. But to hope and pray and rely on winning a game by pinning hopes on such fine margins is likely to backfire more often than not.
Two consecutive draws away from home is not to be easily dismissed and would look mighty fine if followed up with another home win on Saturday against MK Dons. But my, this was one heck of an advert for The Championship.