YOU wonder sometimes. You really do. For instance, it is difficult to get inside the heads of those small yet audible sections of the home crowd who booed Burnley from the field at full time on Saturday.

This, despite having seen their team dominate the game for large periods. This, despite the Clarets showing more spirit than a whisky distillery to keep going till the death. And this, despite the fact the Clarets extended their unbeaten run to four games.

Had Ternent heard the cat calls it would have come as a particular slap in the face having heaped lavish praise on the supporters only days earlier. "The fans are a big part of our team" he had said. "They are fantastic and I respect their opinion." He may be having a rethink.

Nor would he have been too pleased by some of the callers on a local radio phone in, who complained that the manager had been too negative in his tactics by employing a 4-5-1 formation. Which, frankly, is utter drivel.

Ternent has played with just one up on a number of occasions this season. And it has worked successfully. Against Forest, the formation prevented Burnley from the potential danger of being over run in midfield, while simultaneously dove tailing into a 4-3-3 when the Clarets pressed forward, with a couple of the midfield unit pushing on to support the lone striker.

Far from being a defensive lineup, the formation offered a good deal of flexibility when Burnley attacked. In the first half, Forest rarely advanced beyond halfway. Given that, it becomes increasingly difficult to see just where the moaning minnies are coming from.

On a more positive note it was a relief to see Arthur Gnohere returning to form. The king's crown had slipped in recent games -- his performances more eratic than usual. But on Saturday his reputation was restored with a trade mark wholehearted display, and it was fitting that it was he who salvaged a point for Burnley.

Just as thrilling as his goal, was his celebration. Having scored, Arthur (an exuberant and excitable lad at the best of times), ran half the length of the pitch to the Burnley dugout, grabbed hold of a visibly bemused Stan Ternent and planted a huge kiss square on his forehead. I do hope Mrs Gnohere is not the jealous type.

And let's be honest, if that didn't put a smile on the face of the boo boys, I'm afraid there's no hope for them.