Who can ever forget the 1-0 defeat on 1 April 2002 at Stalybridge; ask Paul Green as I suspect it's a game he's conveniently forgotten about. The game in front of 1,267 hardy spectators (300 or so Rovers fans??) must have been a thrill a minute - NOT !!

Wind forward to 1 April 2007 and the same lad, the only remaining member of that earlier playing staff, will walk out in Cardiff in front of 50,000 fans of which Rovers should account for north of 20,000; the SSBA can officially confirm that the world's gone completely and utterly mad.

Anyone who was at the game on Monday night and could raise anything bordering on a voice on Tuesday morning was clearly not signing loudly enough, as the SSBA team were one hell of a croaky lot for the next couple of days.

Games like the one we all witnessed are treasured; its the ticket stub you keep - it's the Boston away, the Chester home and away, the Britannia, the Aston Villa, the Man City, the Cambridge and Carlisle at home.......you were there; you smile and award yourself a moment of stupid smugness.Get in there my son; magic.

The game itself was a typical Keepmoat affair with the SSBA goal being the one where the action always takes place and that's bloody spooky.

We seemed comfortable on the ball in the early stages of the first half yet lacking sharpness in the final third and got suckered twice in a few minutes during a period of play where we seemed to be gradually, if not definitively, controlling the game.

The second half was noise, more noise and then the lads clicked into gear and then helpfully Crewe seemed to read the script.

The Heffernator probably at 75% fitness did what he does best, somehow squeezing a ball through a forest of legs to give us a glimmer of hope.

The Afro Goal Machine who had clearly overdosed on lemsip ran himself into the ground all game and his jinky run caused chaos - step forward PH to score twice from the spot. Which plonker encroached ??

The finale was pure drama, the SSBA, the WSBA and the PSBA in full voice with the newly formed NSBA lending a hand along the way; lifting the lads to one final push. JJ's winner was all he deserved after his unselfish dominant performance.

Crikey, we're off to The Millennium and what a day that will be.......Paul, how does it feel my son.