It was approximately 1:04pm Eastern Time on Thursday April 30th 2009 when I first learned my club were officially going bankrupt. -10 points........all because a group of retards can't do maths properly.

I heard on the sirius show, World Soccer Daily. I was gutted naturally...... but hardly surprised. I called the show about 10 minutes from the end to let them know how I felt. But having been to Edgeley Park to watch them lose to Walsall on Easter Monday, to be one of the 5074 witnesses to a bumbled own goal in the last minute to lose in typical shite style. To go into the shed of a supporters club shop and buy a 125 year anniversary shirt, knowing it may well be your last.

It's not been easy supporting Stockport County. All your mates either support United or City, you are always the token sad bastard whom on a Saturday night always talks dumbfoundedly about spending £80 to go to Barnet, when everyone else has either seen a decent standard of football or spent £80 in the boozer and at least has something to show for it other than tales of a 3-0 defeat 200 miles away.

But lower league teams always have that fondness of remembrance, harking back to distant times when the team weren't shite. when the team didn't go out of the FA Cup to Colwyn Bay in the first round. I suspect Brighton and Hove Albion fans look back at 1983 with similar feelings. Or how Peterborough fans are feeling right now....... For Stockport County, that feeling was 1996-1997. When someone in the Cheadle Stand ever says. "Remember that season?" You instinctively know what season they're talking about. The halcyon days of not being shit. the days of not being laughed at by your mates. The days when people actually asked you for extra tickets to see your team. This is the story of my season. When Stockport played 67 games, and I went to 58 of them. Home and Away, near and far. fog and sunshine, Bournemouth and Plymouth away both in midweek.