Well that little rush of happiness had to end at some point and sure enough it all came crashing down around us at the Breezeblock on Saturday.
People can point to the fate aspect and claim it was written in the stars that an emotional Bolton Wanderers were destined to win in their first outing since the outpouring of support for Fabrice Muamba, but I would counter argue that by simply stating that Bolton won because Blackburn Rovers really weren't very good on the day.
Whilst Bolton looked like a team possessed and desperate to impress, Rovers looked like the side who were overawed by the unusual occasion and lacked any sort of cohesiveness. It's as if the eleven people in yellow/black had taken part in a meet and greet at 2.55pm, informed they were going to play an impromptu game of "soccer" and sent out to see how the social experiment goes.
The end result was not pleasing if you happened to like Blackburn Rovers and in the final instalment of our crucial three game relegation battle series we missed a glorious opportunity to claim a full house. After impressive wins over Wolves and Sunderland our boys got sucked back into the battle off the back of a deserved defeat.
Where to start?
Ah yes, with some Steve Kean bashing. One look at that rather colossal yet immobile looking back line would surely indicate that some dynamic forward movement and intricate passing would present Rovers with some opportunities to score. Yet the "manager of the season" made the players go direct...
Time and time again the ball was launched forward like an aimless missile for Yakubu (6 foot) and Junior Hoilett (5 foot 8) to battle it out with Tim Ream (6 foot 1) and David Wheater (6 foot 5), it's the sort of tactic reserved for the 85th minute of a game. Yet there we were 3 minutes into the game testing Paul Robinson's strong kicking leg - quite where that dazzling logic came from only god and the manager himself could tell you.
The midfield was largely bypassed and a decent majority of the players looked off the pace. But that's not to excuse the centre of midfield who were abject, plodding and ran as if they had a cannon ball strapped to their ankles.
Worst of all was the truly awful Morten Gamst Pedersen who spent an entire hour and a half passing to Bolton players and arriving 5 seconds too late into crunching tackles. Steve N'Zonzi was uncharacteristically wayward with his passing and out on the wing Mauro Formica wandered round methodically looking barely interested.
And the less said about Scott Dann's contribution at the back the better.
The 5,000 Rovers faithful who did make the trip deserved a bit more passion and fire, the players failed to deliver. There is now a massive picking up job to be done with Manchester United lying in wait next Monday.
The battle is still very much on and we're still in a strong position to survive it but it'll take a truck load more than the Rovers showed on Saturday to make sure that remains the case.