What a week to be a Crystal Palace fan.

A phenomenal performance saw us overcome one of the best teams in the world although they put up a good fight, as we were only able to beat the mighty Shrewsbury Town after extra-time.

That win saw us through to the next round of the cup, where we will face an irrelevant lower league club whose name I can’t even remember, which will be the perfect opportunity to give some of our reserves a run out.

Oh yeah, we also beat Chelsea on Saturday. At Stamford Bridge - Jose Mourinho’s second loss there in what was his 100th home league game. No big deal.

It was probably the best I’ve ever seen us play and while these games where we beat, or at least compete with the big teams, are becoming somewhat of a routine, they will never not be satisfying, especially against Chelsea.

The look on John Terry’s face as he watched his side get outclassed by a ‘small’ team from behind the dugout was enough to make anybody crack a smile.

They couldn’t deal with our pace and movement on the counter attack, leaving several of their players mortified.

Rumour has it Branislav Ivanovic sought therapy earlier this week to try and heal the emotional scars left upon him at the weekend, which is fun to sit down and imagine taking place.

Branislav lay down on the sofa, his emotionless eyes fixated on the empty ceiling above him.

“How have you been feeling this week, Mr Ivanovic?’

He shivered.

“I’ve hardly eaten. Hardly slept. When I do fall asleep, I’m woken in cold sweats by the same recurring nightmare. It’s left me a broken man, a shadow of my former self.”

The therapist looked concerned.

“What is it in your nightmare? What is it that is tormenting you?”

Branislav stood up and paced across the room.

“I don’t know if it is human or machine. The power. The strength. The pace. I’m scared to leave my house. What if he tries to run rings around me again?”

“Talk to me Mr Ivanovic. What is it that you are afraid of?”

He stared out of the window onto the street below.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and a single tear rolled down his cheek as he reluctantly whispered the name that terrified him more than anything else, in his thick, trembling Serbian accent.

“Yannick Bolasie.”

To be fair to Ivanvoic, he has been terrible all season, so this game wasn’t a one off.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to take anything away from how we played, but Chelsea were REALLY, REALLY BAD.

And it gives me so much pleasure to type that because I REALLY, REALLY HATE THEM.

We were in control and weren’t even taking it seriously by the end, even allowing part-time footballer Radamel Falcao to score his first goal for Chelsea.

After the international break we face Man City in our first top of the table six-pointer of the season, where a convincing win could see us leapfrog them into first place.

The title is still very much ours to lose.

As the transfer window slammed shut, every Palace fan has been left with a big Glenn Murray shaped hole in their heart.

We would not be where we are today without his goals, but ultimately we can’t turn down that sort of money for a 32-year-old with his injury history who wasn’t even going to start week in, week out.

Thanks for the memories Glenn and good luck, but please please please don’t score against us.