Then things started getting silly. More and more and more people piled in down in the bottom right hand corner and didn't have any seats to go to. Had they got in the Rotherham end (tickets were on sale there until 1pm) and then come into the end they wanted to be in? Had someone been printing good fake tickets?! There were far too many people in there. All the folk behind had to stand up to see and things started kicking off. City fans were angry with City fans because they couldn't see and all sorts of arguments broke out.

It must be said at this point that the stewards were absolutely a complete disgrace. They did not have a clue how to deal with it and didn't want to. They did nothing to move people or sort it out. The main supervisor ran around panicking and was totalyy useless. One steward in front of us (who we will be reporting, number 57, you total disgrace) actually threatened to punch a City fan for daring to complain. Elderly and disabled people asked if they could make people move or sit down and were ignored. As the game wore on more people piled down the front, moving further towards the goal, meaning more and more City fans had to stand up and fight to be able to see what was going on. Absolutley dreadful.

The rumour started that loads of people had been let in by the police to try and stop trouble elsewhere. (Please someone tell us that isn't true? Have they learnt nothing from Hillsbro'? If you know what happened e-mail us. Did you get in without a ticket or not have a seat to go to and how? Did you have the game ruined because you couldn't see?)

Then, as so often has happened this season, the game started and we were bored stupid for a mind blowing dull and depressing 45 minutes! Oh first division football...don't you just love it?! Did we want promotion? Did we want to push Pompey and win the league? It certainly didn't look like it. City looked like a bunch of old slow hungover Sunday league players! We were second to the ball and couldn't do a thing with it when we had it.

Dickov was back thankfully, and put one just wide early on, but then things took a turn for the worse and City fans were puzzled when after only 15 minutes Gerry Taggart had to go off. Impey made a quick impact hitting the top of the net. Muzzy Izzet also had a shot. Just one. Other than that though there was very little to talk about. Mad Frank was very lucky not to give a penalty away and the game dragged on. Only one minute stoppage time for the first half. "Thank God for that" said the guy behind us.

Half time saw all sorts going on with a little kids game on the pitch, half time draws, an old player out and about etc. Lots happening. The results were not too exciting with Pompey one nil up, leaving us feeling even more dishearted.

The game restarted after the break and it didn't look like much had changed. The City faithful were getting more frustrated and angry as City played like muppets. We had hoped a blast from Micky would have done it in the dressing room. But let's face it, he was the first one to be saying last week that we were up and he was off celebrating. Maybe he'll have learnt his lesson? Because the next thing to happen of any note was Rotherham taking the lead after pretty poor defending. Lee was unmarked at the back post and thundered home past Walker.

Thankfully that kickstarted City and they clawed their way back into the game. Micky made a couple of much needed substitutions, bringing on Tom Wright, who the City fans had been singing for throughout the game, and Billy McKinlay. We needed some inspiration and bite from somewhere and these two added it. Tom immediately started to cause them problems and Billy got stuck in and City started gaining more possession and making more forays to the End. The travelling Bluearmy willed them on inbetween their biting nails and eventually it paid off.

A build up eventually saw the ball on the edge of the area and a bit of skill from Dickov and a beautiful floated in cross saw Tricky Trev come flying in and headed the ball down into the net.

Loads of City fans hurtled down the aisles to the front to celebrate and the stewards had a hissy fit. The riot police were called in and we spent the rest of the damn game with City fans, riot police and stewards blocking our view for half of the stand. Not acceptable.

City pushed for the winner but the game was now absolutely whizzing by and City fans couldn't believe it when the board went up. 3 minutes left to clinch promotion. Pompey were now 1-1 all the mobile phones and radios were telling us...

Tom Wright nearly did it but the keeper managed to somehow get his hand to the ball from nowhere and slap it away. Scowy missed it as he came skidding into the goalmouth, and as Tom chased back after it he was pulled to the ground. The ref wasn't brave enough to award the penalty at that end either.

It wasn't to be and the dejected City fans half heartedly applauded the lads as we tried to hide our disappointment of still not having gone up.

But there was a twist. As the lads came over to applaud us the very nice tannoy announcer said he had some news that we may find interesting and read out that Pompey were now losing 2-1!!!!!! Half the City fans stood stunned trying to take it in as the other half erupted with chants of "We are top of the league"! Bizarre feeling. Gutted we'd not won and gone up, disappointed with most of the performance, but top of the league! Very odd indeed.

If F"£$%^ beat Sheff Utd on tuesday we're up. How wonderfully ironic if F"£$%^ put us up eh?!