Got down to the ground for 19:30. But I was in two minds whether to go through the turnstile, I was so nervous I was hyperventilating and actually ended up being sick, but luckily I managed to direct most of it down a grate and didn't get much of it on my shoes.
Eventually plucked up the courage to go through, and went to my seat.
As kick off approached I was trembling, as thoughts went through my mind about the possibility that we could lose and how it would affect us, although I don't know the exact league situation because I don't really pay much attention.
When O'Conner scored after 15 minutes I was quite pleased, I clapped a few times and actually thought about rising from my seat for a second or two, I didn't though.
As the half went on I found myself muttering 'geritforud' repeatedly, because when they pass the ball around I worry they'll lose it. All I could do was sit there shaking, glued to my seat, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.
I still had most of my finger nails left at half time, which is unusual for me. O'Conner's goal probably helped calm me.
Was really getting stuck into the last 3/4 finger nails before Freeman scored the 2nd, but after that went in I was quite confident we wouldn't lose so my breathing became more controlled. I was even relaxed enough to turn my phone light on and shine it towards the pitch, which was really good. It looked amazing.
Had to leave after 85 minutes because I need my glass of milk and beans on toast by 21:45. There's also the traffic to dodge and getting home 5 minutes earlier makes all the difference in my busy life.
This also suits my nerves, because if I leave early I can pretend nothing's happening and I don't have to think about what could go wrong.
With the score at 2-0 when I left my seat my blood pressure was under control and I thought to myself that we've surely secured a play off place now, so I was mildly pleased really.
I did though take the time to stand right in middle of the gangway at the back of the Kop for a few minutes. I thought "I have to leave but part of me doesn't want to leave so I'll just stand here". I don't know why I do it but think it makes sense.
Got home (without much traffic which was great) and found out it finished 2-0, heard on the radio we were 13 points clear of 3rd with 6 games to go?! I was surprised really but I'll take their word for it.
It sounds like we could go up this season but to be honest I just want it to end, because it's just too much stress. I'd take 2nd place now.
Fingers crossed we can hang on!