I loved every minute of it, and I've been hooked ever since.

I don't get to as many games as I'd like, but I manage around half the away games and a smattering of home games per season, usually based around selling 'Blue Moon', the only (and therefore by definition the best) Posh fanzine. I also play for the Peterborough United Supporters Football Club whenever possible.

My all-time favourite player is Worrell Sterling and I believe that Dennis Pearce is The One True Left Back.

I was a season ticket holder for several years, even after moving to Leeds for uinversity in 2000, but the cost and the 'Fry-effect' meant I stopped going for the best part of 18 months.

That changed in 2004 when, thanks to the wonders of the Internet, myself and three other Leeds-based Poshies met, got on, and formed The Posh Leeds Contingent (the northern-based Posh supporters club: www.the-plc.co.uk).

We wanted to go away and watch Posh, and have fun when doing so. We soon met Poshies based in other northern outposts who wanted to do similar, and that's what we all still do now.

Obviously, this season's performances tend to aid our enjoyment of the day!

Today's Posh day won't be as Posh as last season's trip to the Moss Rose, as I actually went dressed as Mr Posh.

I also doubt it'll be as fun-filled as two seasons ago, when the first half was spent watching a gang of chavs get nicked breaking into a lock-up garage, and the second half was spent watching Posh bag four. Oh happy days!

If I wasn't going today, I'd be at home following it on t'interweb.

Pre match: We left Leeds just before 11, pootling across t'Pennines and onwards to Cheshire. In true PLC style, the organisation of the day left a lot to be desired.

Trains were missed, through tardiness and an inability to read, and as a result PLCers arrived in instalments at 'The Old Millstone', our usual watering hole in Macclesfield. Eventually, folks from Sheffield, Derby, Nottingham, Liverpool, Brum, Lancaster, and obviously those from Peebo itself, all arrived and the usual pre-match fen banter and drivel was enjoyed by all.

First half: The first half was largely uneventful, but Posh shaded it. For some reason we'd recently acquired a match-worn Ben Futcher shirt, and we decided that a photo of someone wearing it, while on someone else's shoulders, standing in a line of 'normal-sized' people would be funny. Half-time was spent determining the logistics of this, culminating in ignominious failure, much to the hilarity of those Poshies on the terrace in front of us.

Second half: As a game, it wasn't great, but Posh were never threatened and our class was always going to tell, and it did, with a couple of cracking strikes - kudos to Whelps in particular.
I didn't think anyone had a bad game, as such, either, which was nice.

Atmosphere: The atmosphere was poor, but the second half's best comedy moments included Macclesfield's inability to spell the word 'Attendance', the scoreboard swearing at us, and calling the Macclesfield keeper 'Brian', because his surname was 'Brain'. Yes, we're that high-brow.

After the game: We got back to civilisation as soon as possible, and I was back in the Capital of the North at just gone 7pm.

As a day - no arguments. It ticked the requisite boxes of watching Posh win and having fun while doing so.

Overall matchday rating: 8