Uncharacteristic. That was what the man called it. And it was exactly that. Ki Sung-Yueng had just played a sloppy, dangerous pass into the path of opposition striker Odion Ighalo, metres from the Swansea box.
Football chants can be hilarious.
"He's French, he's quick, his name's a porno flick Emanuelle, Emanuelle." Funny.
"When you're sat... in row Z... and the ball... hits your head... that's Zamora." Also funny.
Most chants aren't quite so amusing, just a matter of fact reminder of shirt colour.
Did you hear the one about the Englishman, Irishman and Welshman who walked into a bar? Well you won’t have heard it because the lack of a Scotsman in the equation is actually no joke, his absence down to the fact that, unlike the others, his team won’t be joining in the European Championships in France next summer.
Chelsea’s woeful start to the season demonstrates that, as far as the beautiful game is concerned, sustained success cannot be guaranteed, far less taken for granted.
For all the general air of positivity that has been undeniably generated since Gordon Strachan became Scotland manager, even the most optimistic of devotees to the national side’s cause will harbour serious reservations about the Scots’ chances of making it to next summer’s European Championships in France following defeats to Georgia and Germany.