Arriving in Rotherham we did the only sensible thing we could do - enter the first pub we saw. Some helpful police gave us some directions to the ground. I say directions, but really they just pointed over some derelict houses towards some floodlights.

Having an extra pint meant that we left the pub late and the police directions were so poor that soon we were lost and had to sprint across several lanes of fast moving traffic to get to the ground on time for kick-off.

While still trying to get my breath back Rotherham fluked a lucky goal that dropped apologetically over the line coming last of Edmondson's boot. York fought back, and when Merris scored in the 34th minute it was no more than York deserved.

After the equalizer, Rotherham upped their game and in the 40th minute they got a penalty, which was doubtless an unfair call. Ovendale pulled off a great save, and then with just minutes left to go to half-time some ugly Rotherham player turned in the box and fired home. Even despite scoring, the York fans noises of disgruntledness was louder than the piss-poor Rotherham home support's celebrations.

The catering staff had run out of pies, and I was informed by a local copper, after an inquiry on my part, that the police were not going to arrest the referee for the penalty decision - they were going to wait for the Crimewatch reconstruction before taking action.

The second half was fairly dull, and the best moment was when Acomb Dave and a steward passed an angry word or two. Eventually the ugly, fat, yellow jacket wearing hooligan realised that Acomb Dave was right, and he left.

On the pitch we only had 1 real chance as Bullock headed an effort that went straight into Pollitt's arms. There may have been other chances, but I was disturbed continually by shouts of, "Pollitt - you've dropped your wallet" - which was annoying after the first 5 times - and by Cuza pointing out some little kid at the front of the stand.

As we left the ground, we followed some signs towards the train station, and after walking around for 5 minutes someone raised a very good question, "what are we following?" Eventually we surfaced around some ruins just round the corner from the ground and headed back to the pub we'd been in before the ground.

Unnecessary police action then followed as they started asking about our travel plans and demanding that we kept to them (as if we really wanted to spend the night in Rotherham) and they overlooked the underage drinking that was going on. Although someone told the police very loudly that they were 16 before getting served at the bar.

On the train back to Donny we got bumped up to first class, but all that really meant was that we got an arm rest and at Doncaster station were several hundred Grimsby fans who were rather upset.

The train back from Doncaster to York was livened up by some bloke with a didgeridoo who then gave us flowers. Sadly, one of our party got a bit carried away and was desperate to get back on the train to get a tune out of the bloke.

A final word needs to go to Laurence, who managed the amazing feat of losing his railcard and cash card as the guard came round. He found it after the guard had gone, but as we got off the train he realised he'd lost it again. Impressive to lose, find and lose your cash card in a 5 minute spell.