There were moments in the first half when a shaky central midfield and a tricksy opponent in the form of John Carew had me wondering if my unwanted curse over Welsh international football had still not lifted.
My first sight of the national side in the flesh was at the Millennium late in 2006, and an unprecedented drubbing at the hands of Slovakia was the reward. It was so bad that then sports editor (and now acting deputy ed) Andy Gilpin suggested I watched future matches from the comfort of home.
So I was pleased but a little nervous when Andy proposed a night out in Wrexham.
Ah the relief, as Carl Fletcher showed a rare dash over the ruffled turf of the Racecourse Ground to slot home goal one. Ah the joy as Jason Koumas showed true class, and not a little earnest endeavour, to put the game beyond Norway's reach.
I shall go the Millennium on Saturday safe on the knowledge that if rugby team falter, then it's not my fault.
And the golden moment of last night? - the Norman Collier-ish tendencies on the microphone of the singer as he warbled through Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau.
Not a clue what's on tomorrow's front page yet (it's only 10.30) but we have changed the website already to follow up a great scoop in the North Wales Weekly News - a brothel raid on a posh street in Llandudno.
I'll post more later.
