The game was the first thing on my mind, when I woke Tuesday morning. My stomach churned at the thought of it being the last game ever at the Boleyn. I felt sick remembering just 3 days previously the awful team display and loss that the boys served up. Thank Heaven that was not the last game as scheduled.
As the day wore on, I got myself into such a state emotionally, that at one point I'd decided I couldn't go. At almost exactly the same point I realised that was not an option, and the pain and queasiness returned.
Met up with Tony and Mark in the supps club and went into the ground at 7.30, unaware then of the delay. The extra wait was awful, plus everyone decided to stand for this, the whole game and the after match party. My back was killing me by the eventual kick off.
The next 94 minutes were intense, as in please God, what if, I hate being one up, B'stards they're gonna spoil our party at 1-2, the relief at 2-2, please Lord don't let them score again/let us score one more. Right up to the eventual winner, the smacker on my cheek from Abbi, trying to control my bladder and every happy emotion known to mankind. All of the above continuing until the final whistle, when I screamed, laughed and cried all at the same time and thanked God again, whilst my poor body stood tall and proud even though it wanted to wilt and collapse into a heap!
All that worrying, all that emotion was worth it. Even though the worrying proved unnecessary at the end of the day. The mind game from Manure arriving late and causing the delay in the hope of unsettling our team....Ha! As it turned out nothing was going to stop our boys putting on a magnificent footballing display of the highest order. Each and every one of them that wore the claret and blue this night, were absolutely awesome. Thanks lads, I love you all.
The Boleyn Roar, for the last time sent shivers up and down my spine .... What a night, what a result and what a final chapter in the history of our beloved Boleyn Ground.