Harsh reality: They go hard at us and we can't cope. After three, they score two more for fun. After that we maybe get a consolation, but they've taken their foot off the gas. Reality bites: We play our arses off, run blood to water and keep them out for eighty minutes. Tiredness kicks in and we concede late to a chorus of lazy 'battling Barnsley' hack journos. Possible reality: We hold out and get a nil-nil, or even grab a one all draw for a romantic reply back at the Well. Dream reality: We play our hearts out with some remarkable performances, we grow in confidence as the game goes on and we see more of the ball... We stick a half chance away and City turn against each other. They run out of time. Our lads come home as Cup Semi final heros. Pissed up reality. Pinch me. We're three up. WTF is happening?