City and Yeovil both managed draws on the same weekend five years ago. The Bantams held Arsenal in the Premiership - and the Glovers drew goalless at Stevenage in the Conference.

And while we're at it, Leeds were in the Champions' League, Kevin Keegan was England boss and Chelsea didn't have two pennies to rub together.

Right, that's the history lesson sorted.

Because it's got absolutely no relevance with what happens in September 2005.

On Saturday, we saw a decent contest between two evenly-matched sides scrapping it out in the middle of League One.

It might have been the first-ever meeting between the clubs but there is no longer four divisions between them - there is hardly anything given the evidence on show at Valley Parade.

But maybe a few in the stands have to be reminded of that.

Because given the hysterical reaction by a minority at half-time, perhaps they believe that the gulf of 2000 still exists.

It was only a very small section of the crowd who booed the team off at the break. But it was still ludicrously over the top.

And no, I'm not just writing this because the manager has had a pop. Talking to a couple of national newspaper men during half-time, none of us could understand what we had just heard.

All right, City are not good at home and were losing 1-0. But it was hardly a stinker.

Most level-headed supporters still expected a goal to come - which it did from Ben Muirhead.

But "only" drawing with "little" Yeovil still won't be good enough in some eyes. And never mind the fact the Somerset side have already beaten Ipswich in the cup and Hartlepool on their travels.

Sermon over and on with the report - and Muirhead continues to set the benchmark for City's wingers.

In the week that Owen Morrison was told to look elsewhere for first-team action, Muirhead turned in another quality performance on both flanks.

And he capped it off with a first goal for 11 months with a strike nearly as good as his previous effort at Tranmere last season.

But while Muirhead's star just keeps rising, the question marks hover over Bobby Petta.

Muirhead's unpredictability has been a source of frustration in the past. Now it seems that mantle has been passed over to the Dutchman.

He may have all the tricks in the books as well as that yard of pace to beat a defender but something is not clicking.

Petta had responded to a kick up the backside from his boss with a much better effort at Prenton Park the week before. But he once again drifted out of the picture on Saturday.

He produced one inviting cross for Steve Schumacher early on but otherwise did little and it was no surprise to see his number come up soon after the break.

Wingers, by and large, are a breed that can drive their managers to distraction and Colin Todd is reaching the hair-pulling stage.

"Bobby did extremely well last week and I was looking for him to repeat that. But he just wasn't the same player," he admitted.

"Players have to look at themselves and even if you are playing badly or indifferently you can still graft."

Contrast Petta's insipid performance with another whole-hearted effort from Andy Cooke.

The striker admits this is the worst drought of his career - he has not scored for 13 games now.

But his head stays up and Cooke still contributes an awful lot with his all-round game.

His considerable efforts were summed up by his final touch, bravely winning a crunching challenge against two opponents for Muirhead to thrash the equaliser.

Cooke was promptly substituted for Steve Claridge - and left the pitch to a standing ovation. His manager appreciates just how much Cooke is putting in. But there is no doubt the clock is ticking.

Lee Crooks and Schumacher came back in for the injured Marc Bridge-Wilkinson and dropped Tom Kearney as the engine room changed personnel once again.

And Crooks immediately delivered with a wonderful pass which Muirhead helped on and Dean Windass flicked home in style after 30 seconds. Unfortunately the euphoria was punctured by an offside flag.

Sadly for City, the next goal did count. Yeovil won the first corner in the seventh minute and nobody picked up skipper Terry Skiverton as he thumped in Lee Johnson's kick with a powerful header.

City were rocked on their heels and were

missing the play-making presence of Bridge-Wilkinson.

Schumacher went close but Yeovil had their moments. There was a self-inflicted scare when Crooks made a total hash of clearing a corner and sent the ball spiralling high in the air towards his own goal.

Russell Howarth punched out as far as left back Colin Miles, who should have done better than a tame effort from penalty-spot range.

Muirhead was City's best hope and he warmed Chris Weale's hands with a rasping effort at the near post.

But City were grateful that Argentine Pablo Bastianini, once an understudy to Diego Forlan at Independiente, showed little of his tutor's technique when presented with a clear view of the target just before the break.

Todd soon ran out of patience with Petta and swapped him for Danny Cadamarteri, allowing Muirhead to switch wings.

And for the first time, City managed to rein in the two Kevins, Gall and Amankwaah, on Yeovil's right side.

At times it seemed that Yeovil were using two right wingers as the pair tore down the touchline in tandem.

Now with Muirhead hurtling the other way, Amankwaah was forced to stick to the day job and barely crossed halfway again.

The shift in tactics paid off after 64 minutes as City hit back from a corner - a Yeovil one. The kick was ushered out of harm's way and then hammered upfield where Cooke held off what remained of the away defence.

Muirhead accepted the lay-off, strode on and beat Weale with a fizzing drive from 20 yards.

Windass should have hit the target with a

close-range header before Yeovil regained the initiative.

Their attacking substitute Matt Harrold

proved far more effective than Cadamarteri or Claridge with his awkwardness, causing real trouble.

Harrold wasted one great chance by choosing not to shoot from a dangerous position but then teed up Arron Davies to smack the post with two minutes left.