Leaving home at 6.45am with a journey via tube, train, car and bus in front of me, I was questioning my sanity given our recent form. But I guess yesterday proved why we do it.

A trouble free journey got us to the pub before 1pm, so I'm not quite sure how we managed to miss kick-off J

We started with a new formation, one of those flexible ones where it's meant to be 4-3-3 when we're attacking and 4-5-1 when defending, but often turned into the opposite under O'Leary's guidance. For once it worked, Deane had a storming game upfront and Healy and Oster supported him well from the wide positions, with Wright also getting forward well in support.

The first half was obviously the best 45 minutes of the season by a country mile, apart from a bit of a goalmouth scramble just after we arrived, we were mostly in total control.

A mere minute after we’d made a total mess of a corner and ended with the ball at Sullivan’s feet, 5 seconds after taking it, we got one right. As the corner floated over the top of everyone and Deane headed it in at the back-post. We were just calming down from the shock of Deano scoring when we scored again. Preston’s defence, which was a bit of a shambles all day, failed to clear that bobbed around the box and Healy latched onto it to crack it home.

Two nil and "Let’s go f*cking mental" rang out from an astonished Leeds end. Rather helpfully Preston had given us the whole end in a smallish ground and we were able to out sing them throughout.

Another sweeping move finished with Deane nodding over Wright's cross when he probably should have scored and with Wright breaking forward in support of the front 3, we kept Preston on the back-foot. Another attack ended with Healy shooting over the bar and at the other end we were rarely troubled, in fact the closest shave was self-inflicted, as Sullivan's clearance ricochet of one of their strikers and trickled towards the goal before hitting the post and rolling out of play.

Just before half-time a third, Healy was put away down the left and showed enough confidence to ride a tackle before firing the ball under the keeper and celebrating in front of the Preston fans with the stiff arm salute that got him sent off against Wales. Not a popular chap. At the other end we were in shock and a chant of "What the f*ck is going on" rang out, in rather different circumstances from Wednesday.

At half-time we discussed how we were going to screw this one up. The consensus being an early Preston goal, a second with 20 minutes left and a last minute equaliser. For a while it looked possible, as Cresswell found a hole in our defence and calmly beat Sullivan. This was just as myself and Jabba discussed Gregan, as Jon asked "whose Gregan marking", I tried to defend him by saying he was filling the space in front of the back four. The goal was made in that, big empty, space.

For awhile we looked under pressure as the Preston crowd woke up and we were fortunate that a couple of clear opportunities were hit straight at Sullivan. At this point Oster began to get into the game and used the space created as Preston pressed forward to his advantage. Proving that he was a threat running with the ball and but some decent crosses in. One of these provided dividends, as though Oster looked like he’d overhit it, Deane managed to head it back across goal and Walton was left with an open goal to make the game safe.

After the fourth we looked in control again and really should have scored another when Pugh was set free down the left but hit an awful cross behind the unmarked Wright. Healy then wriggled away from a couple of tackles on the halfway line before hitting a wild shot into our end. A late Preston goal really made no difference and half the home fans were long gone by this point. In the last minute we should really have had another, Richardson got to the by-line and cut a ball back across the face which eluded the onrushing Wright and Deane hammered it into the keepers midrift.

We seem to be consistently inconsistent producing decent performances when we least expect it, so I hope this continues but I wouldn’t count on it.

They had a striker with blonde spiky hair called Smith, who kept mouthing off, wonder who he reminded me of.

Got home about 15 hours after I left but for once it was worth it.

Dave Gallant would like it to be known he saw all the goals this week