ICE warning lights flickered as we converged on a fog-shrouded Macron for the early morning coach to Shepherds Bush.

We did a welcome pit stop at Warwick service station for a full English breakfast and arrived under blue skies at Loftus Road in good time for some pre-match refreshments.

Much of the talk on the way down was about what team Neil Lennon would pick as rumours of late fitness tests abounded.

The answer came as Dorian Dervite and Darren Pratley replaced David Wheater and Wellington Silva.

The facilities for away fans at Loftus Road are poor as the refreshment area under the stand is very restricted and an unpleasant crush developed at half time, not helped by only one bar being open.

It’s not easy being a Bolton fan. We experienced the full gambit of emotions in this seven-goal thriller. There was delight as Gary Madine, the goal machine, put us one up and disbelief as Liam Feeney doubled the lead in the first ten minutes.

There was doubt as QPR pulled one back, disappointment as they equalised and despair as they went in front. Unbridled deliverance greeted Wellington Silva’s equaliser and then devastation when QPR snatched the winner with virtually the last kick of the game.

There was frustration that we were 15 seconds from a decent result and anger we had failed to defend one last attack.

Again we suffered a dubious decision on a disallowed goal as Rob Green appeared to drop the ball onto Neil Danns’s foot and the ball rolled agonisingly slowly over the line. There was no protest from the goalie and the referee and linesman didn’t seem to know what to do about it.

This was a defensive nightmare. All semblance of a defence seems to have left the club with Jan Mjallby. We’ve conceded 10 goals in three matches since his departure. Our back four are getting exposed far too much with the rest of the team not getting back enough to help out.

Football is all about passion and emotion. We got those in bucket loads today.