How about that for a euphemism? At half-time you couldn't have possibly imagined that the roof would cave in as suddenly as it did. After 45 minutes, Queen's only trailed by a single goal, but the second period was an unprecedented disaster.
In just their fourth game, the team regrouped to face Airdrie United, another side just starting up. However, it was evident that they had considerable experience from other forms of playing and this knowledge was the difference between the two sides.
Numbers were down for the encounter and Hector Cook only had thirteen men to choose from, himself included. But the most prominent obstacle of the day was to be the horrid playing surface. From a distance, the Airdrie Leisure Centre's grass pitch seemed to be flat and at least playable, but on closer inspection, the field consisted of sand, mud and sparse grass. The goalmouths were pits of sand and the midfield, more dangerously, rife with divots, pot holes and World War One trenches. The appearance of a tin hat wearing grizzled veteran or perhaps a stray rabbit wouldn't have surprised the players in the slightest.
Due to an injured finger as a result of shifting old refrigerators out of a flat the previous day, Martin Kelly played his first ever match outfield with Martin Harvey being the unfortunate lamb with a one-way ticket to the slaughterhouse.
It wasn't all bad. The teams were fairly evenly matched in the first half anyway, and with a strong wind swirling around, the game was mostly fought in the middle of the park. In fact, Queen's nearly scored in the opening minutes. Myles and Kelly connected in midfield and Dick sped away. His shot was blocked and Stevie McGilp couldn't convert the rebound. Sadly, that was as close the Spiders got in terms of goal efforts unless you include James Turnbull's 25-yard effort that landed like a brick somewhere near the far touchline.
After coming close on a few occasions - and having a goal disallowed - Airdrie took the lead with a strike from the edge of the area. The shot was too high for goalkeeper Harvey to reach and the ball looped over his head and into the net.
In fairness, the defence held firm until half time with David James proving to be a rock in the back four.
Alan Raeburn came on at the interval for Martin Kelly and Hector Cook promised that the wind would be blowing in our favour. But the tactical supremo was proven wrong in the worst possible way.
I hope you can forgive me for the lack of coverage on the second half action, but after around 10 minutes of peace the floodgates opened and it started to rain Airdrie goals.
If it wasn't for Harvey's heroics on a number of occasions, we may have had to discard the abacus and move on to counting on all of our fingers and toes if we wanted to keep track of all the goals.
But Queen's hardly got out of their own half and strikers Ally Dick and Paul Quigley didn't get the service that they could have easily converted, Airdrie putting their worst players at the back.
Cook wanted to take the bull by the horns and motivate a late rally - Queen's were down by a mere six at this point - but it was all too late and Harvey's save from a penalty was all too predictably knocked in on the rebound.
Queen's had simply been outclassed and outpaced in the end, but we couldn't have lost to a nicer bunch of lads.
We were all hoping that the hangover would be doused with a win over the Dirty Rovers, but we all know how that turned out...
Team: Martin Harvey, Fraser Gibson, Derek Stronach, David James, James Turnbull (Hector Cook 75), Andy Myles, Steven McGilp, Martin Kelly (Alan Raeburn 45), Ally Dick, Paul Quigley, Graeme Shields
Man of the Match: Martin Harvey
Oh, and James, mate - you were brilliant.