The Saddlers etched out another point and clean-sheet from an afternoon of pretty average footballing fayre at Bescot.

As kick off approached under an unusual cloud formation The Who’s musical assertion that they wouldn’t get fooled again soon became a fittingly ironic prelude.

Referee Taylor’s early booking of visiting centre-half Perry wasn’t as it seemed, a precursor to a display of faultless officialdom. Indeed pretty soon the man in black, resembling a slightly more effeminate version of David Ellery, was soon the main focus of the home fans’ keep-warm routine.

The other was Kevthedancingsaddler’s repertoire at the front of the home end, the gyrations of whose semi-naked semi-torso provided a surreal backdrop to the few significant events on the pitch either side of the first-half’s own freezing midriff.

First Ishy shimmied free on 22 minutes but pulled his shot wide of the far stick, and then Ricketts added a whole new meaning to “missing a sitter”, heading wide from 6 yards whilst virtually sitting on his bottom.

That was encouragement enough to believe an uplifted second-half tempo would be too much for Luton, but one way or another it just didn’t materialise.

Wrack twice threatened to emerge from the lick it and stick it midfield with surging runs that lacked end-product, and then a swivel of Mooney’s hips produced the game’s third clear chance but Brill in the visitor’s goal lived up to his name with a smothering save. Mooney should have scored, and upon that failure everyone really knew in their hearts 0-0 was the inevitable outcome.

In other news from the game, Taundrey joined the first-team fray in place of Ishy late on, the crowd just crept above 5k and in case I didn’t mention it earlier, Luton were rubbish.

Upthesaddliars!!