THE five coachloads of Wanderers fans going to Yeovil muster at 7:30am on a freezing cold Reebok car park.
Disaster struck for coach number four when we had a tyre blowout near Taunton and we were stranded outside the Blackbrook Tavern.
Our brief joy turned to disbelief as we discovered the pub was closed for renovations.
We were rescued an hour later when one of the other coaches came back for us.
On arrival at the quaint Huish Park, we were told that they did not serve beer in the seated area. It was enough to make grown men cry.
However, we were saved when kindly stewards took pity on us and let us into the standing area for a couple of pints of much needed Thatcher’s cider.
Bolton started the match well and Mason missed a couple of chances early on.
Yeovil got on top and thoroughly deserved their half-time lead. We were being overrun in midfield and down the wings.
The brave fans in the standing area were singing: “We’re Bolton Wanderers, we’ll sing in the rain,” as the hail belted down.
Things were not going well.
In the second half, Dougie threw caution to the wind. The Duke (Lukas Jutkiewicz)pulled one back and then disaster struck as Baptiste gave away a penalty, given by the linesman, and got a red card for his efforts.
Now it was a time for heroes. Bogdan stepped up to the mark and saved the penalty then at the other end a rejuvenated Knight headed us level.
The Duke, Neil Danns and Medo Kamara all fluffed chances to bury Yeovil in the last 10 minutes. The fightback led by Spearing was terrific – there’s a bit of character emerging in this team.
On other matters, congratulations should go to Ruth Crawshaw on receiving the George Warburton Outstanding Service award. Nobody deserves it more.