No ill humour, no complaint, no bogus excuses, no maudlin regret, just a joke, at his own expense about how he had told himself 'Come on fatty, pull your finger out!' when he realised the fight was not going his way and he faced, for the first time in a distinguished career, defeat.
But, if his ill humour was connected with funds, or lack of them, for next season, his mood would not have been brightened by Rovers' Premiership pay-out automatically being lessened to the tune of over pounds 1 million when John's late goal cost them a couple of places in the final table.