My now husband, Tony asked me out on a date after seeing me at one of the matches at the start of the 74/75 season and I've been a season ticket-holder ever since. For most of that time, we have had great seats on the halfway line behind the directors' box.

Tony's mum and dad, John and Vi Dalton, were always with us until John died in 1987. He was a big Posh fan and had been a club vice-president. Vi still comes to most home matches and as she is now only two weeks off her 96th birthday, she must be one of the club's oldest fans. She and former Posh player George Hair's widow, Audrey, sit next to me so we are strong female force in a testosterone-ridden crowd.

There are quite a few women supporters now, probably more than in the seventies, though we are still heavily outnumbered and I'm not sure if any more young women are fans as those around us seem to be mostly middle-aged!

Pre Match: As my mother-in-law decided to stay at home this week, we were joined by friend Tim Horman.

We couldn't get a table for lunch in the club's executive suite carvery so ended up with ham, egg and chips in the Fox and Hounds in Longthorpe. We arrived at the ground just before 2.30pm and had a frustrating wait in a queue to get into the car park before joining our usual crowd in the executive suite.

Outside waiting for kick-off, we had a bit of fun counting the number of away fans – we got to around 60, but they kept moving!"

Half-Time Report: After about 10 minutes, someone said: "Have we started yet?"

Macclesfield deserved their goal – they were much sharper than Posh, though the last thing we expected with a new tall goalie was a chip. The only bit of excitement in a dire half for Posh came two minutes from the break. It was so bad that back in the Executive Suite for tea, Steve Hair was rendered speechless for the first time this season.

"At least if we'd been watching at home, we could have switched off," was the only comment from our guest, Tim.

Atmosphere: What atmosphere? The London Road faithful were in danger of being outsung by the Macclesfield 60. The first half-hour was a bit like watching a silent movie. I've long thought Posh needed a new choirmaster, preferably one with song writing abilities.

Full-Time Report: We deserved what we got – nothing. Yet again we didn't take advantage of playing against 10 men.

Macclesfield weren't brilliant, but what a frustrating team Posh are. They had no pace or sense of urgency and didn't seem to have a clue what to do with the ball apart from making a few desperate shots in the final minutes.

At times, it was so slow that we resorted to commenting on a flock of geese over Moys End.

Man of the match? – Darragh MacAnthony for not walking out until just before the final whistle."

Read Alan Swann's match report: Posh pay for a lacklustre display.