As i found my seat, i saw everyone clapping their hands and cheering for their team, I joined in and made the noise even louder, though i doubted it was possible.

In the distance i could see the wolves fans throwing abuse at us like we were nothing but scum, but did we care? no! None of us cared because the surge of energy from the crowd kept us going, screaming for our team like we would die if we stopped.

The atmosphere was so strong i could feel it blowing through my hair, and so could the players. The game started and i had already gnawed my fingernails off as the referee blew the whistle.

When Lee Carsley got sent off we were throwing abuse at the referee, we knew it was wrong but we did not come to this game to lose.

When we scored our first goal the crowd roared, we were kissing complete strangers and then the second goal sent us wild. We knew we had wrapped the 3 points up and we were celebrating.

By the time i was home the energy was still surging through me like blood through by veins, it is still with me now as i write this article late into the night.

 I know that i would never give up my passion for football, the greatest sport in the world.