When Paul Dickov's head hit the pillow on Friday night, following the long, arduous journey to Yeovil, he must have dreamt of a performance just like this.
A matter of weeks ago the Scot was probably waking up in cold sweats. His summer was turning into a nightmare. Again.
What happened to Blackpool on Saturday (the Tangerines were only able to name four subs at Nottingham Forest) could so easily have happened at Doncaster. Expectations were set low.
So bleary eyed fans, awake at the crack of dawn to welcome in the new season, might have been forgiven for rubbing their eyes in disbelief when Theo Robinson coolly lobbed Chris Weale to cap off the perfect opening day.
Three nil Rovers. Even the most optimistic Rovers fan had not expected this.
Doncaster were professional and efficient in the way they went about their business from the first whistle.
They were clinical in front of goal, dominant in defence. They played with authority and confidence.
After a nightmare summer, this was a dream start for Dickov and Doncaster.
This was the perfect relegation hangover cure too, the perfect takeover tonic, and also a glimpse of the obvious talent, at this level, that Rovers still possess in their ranks.
Doncaster's somewhat glaring lack of depth had tempered expectations ahead of day one in League One.
But the way that Rovers performed at Huish Park - beginning the game very brightly, managing the game competently from the moment Curtis Main expertly dinked over Weale, scoring a killer second at a key time, and then rubbing salt in Yeovil's wounds with a third excellent finish - is likely to quickly re-raise hopes among supporters.
Doncaster rarely do boring mid-table, it has to be said.
And Dickov's side, his first choice eleven that is, have the look of a team very capable of punching above their weight this season.
Rovers' first eleven will give anyone a game in this division this season. That's for sure. Lasting the course is another question entirely.
And it must also be said that much tougher tests will come over the course of the next 10 months, because at times Yeovil were very poor.
The Glovers were rocked back from the first kick, as Main immediately made his physical presence felt and Tyson's pace caused consternation among the home defenders.
Just eight minutes were on the clock when Main opened his and Doncaster's account for the season, latching onto Harry Forrester's slide rule pass and confidently lifting the ball over the onrushing Weale.
It was a finish that oozed class and confidence, and there was plenty more of that to come from Rovers.
In response Yeovil huffed and puffed. They should have equalised when Aaron Martin headed Foley's corner wide from point blank range with the goal gaping.
And they came close to levelling in fortuitous fashion when Paul Keegan's clearance ricocheted off Simon Gillett and had to be tipped over the bar by the alert Jed Steer.
Rovers, however, were full value for their half time lead and arguably should have already put the game to bed at the half way stage.
Tyson wasted a good chance after being slipped in expertly by Forrester, his cross-come-shot just evading Main.
Then from another ball over the top, a method of attack Yeovil constantly failed to defend properly, Tyson poked it past Weale but with insufficient power to reach the bottom corner.
Coppinger also struck a half volley into the side-netting.
There was a purpose about Doncaster's play. Yeovil looked dishevelled in comparison, although they started the second half in brighter fashion.
So when Forrester broke clear, knocked it past Weale, and then clipped home a superb finish from the edge of the box to double Rovers' lead midway through the second half, that was the perfect response.
It knocked the stuffing out of Yeovil completely.
There was no way back for the hosts from that point, and their afternoon was to get even worse when Robinson came off the bench to notch a third deep into stoppage time, another lob, this time following good work from fellow sub Marc De Val.
'Paul Dickov's red and white army' rang out.
Music to the manager's ears. The soundtrack to his Friday night dream.
This was the perfect start for Dickov and Doncaster - but just a start.