There's three types of defeat for me:
1) we play shite and lose (sends me homicidal)
2) we play well enough but lose (sends me suicidal)
3) we happen to be playing a far superior side
I was, as always after defeat, pissed off but have not tried to kill myself or anyone else since the end of the game.
There needs to be serious reinforcement in defence (especially in the absence of Baines) but then I suppose you all know that there's an attempted mass-migration of refugees into Europe, as well.
I would say that on another day we may, may have knicked it but I'm not even sure about that. Incidentally, the way we played in the second 1/4 of the game led me to have a bit of half time faith. Moral of the story: never have faith.