I wasn't sure I'd be able to make this game, so didn't bother buying a ticket in advance (obv).
An hour or so before kick-off, it still wasn't looking possible, but I took a long, mourneful look at the ticket website, just to punish myself - all Sold Out.
Then at 2.45, I suddenly realised I could go, went onto the website and got what I think was the last ticket on sale anywhere, a seat in the New Road. I'm certain it hadn't shown up when I'd looked previously, so maybe someone cancelled?
Anyhow, I bombed it to GP and got in with 10 mins gone. I was sitting amidst two or three families with kids. They were all local, but the adults weren't really interested in football (more rugby fans, in truth), so it was their first time at GP, and only because the kids had been nagging them to take them to a football match.
Any football match.
And what a match it was!
Best of all, the Mum sitting next to me was from Sheffield and was a bit of a Wednesdayite, having gone to the odd game up there when she was younger.
I didn't take the piss.
Too badly.
Anyhow, whilst many people are wistful and sad due to it being the final game etc, I've not taken it so badly, basically because I was so close to not even being there.