Crystal Palace Football Club, the team I love, the team I have supported all of my life, next year will be my 12th year as a season ticket holder, that being said, we may not even be in existence next season.

I watched as Chelsea humbled Stoke City 7-0 and I thought, as a supporter of Chelsea Football Club, what emotions do you go through?

Winning title after title, cup after cup, players coming and going, more times than Ashley Cole has lost his temper after Cheryl Cole’s album has played on his iPod, damn shuffle.

This season, we’ve had a goal that has hit the back of the net disallowed, lost our manager, been under multiple transfer embargoes, lost our best player in Victor Moses and the icing on the proverbial cake, as we boarded the plane to make our long journey to play Newcastle, we were within touching distance of the play offs, upon landing, we were set to be deducted ten points and then forced to stare down the barrel of the relegation gun and from that day onwards, we’ve been playing relegation roulette. 

I remember the first home game of this season well, Plymouth at home, a blistering hot summers day, basking in the sun outside the Two Brewers, optimistic, wondering what the season will have in store, not even the most pessimistic of fans would have predicted what has ensued throughout this season.

This match will be forever etched into my memory, not because of the flowing football, not because of Stern John’s ‘stunning’ debut, which lasted all of about, 10 minutes, but because of me being sick on the corner of where Dagnall Park and Edith Rd meet, due to alcohol you ask, no, due to the mix of excessive lemonade consumption and the lack of during the close season.

Then we have our glittering cup run, which took off against Wolves at Selhurst Park, a game that, as my father said and I quote: ‘We won’t waste our money going to’, nothing would happen right, nothing that you will never see again, right?

Crystal Pala- actually, wait, Danny Butterfield 3-1 Wolverhampton Wanderers, a six minute, perfect hattrick from our right back, who was playing as a makeshift striker, you couldn’t have written that, thanks Dad.

So two games against Aston Villa followed, both of which I attended, both I came out of feeling proud, albeit the latter tie I felt much more jaded, after enduring a three hour journey from London to  Birmingham on the Megabus, to then resting my weary head in a travel lodge in Birmingham, but it was worth it.

We fast forward almost two months to the day and we are set to do battle with West Bromwich Albion, with a win ensuring our safety, simple enough, right?

We have beaten them already this season, if we were to replicate this feat in front of the Skysports camera’s, it would lead to a mass pitch invasion and in turn relegating Sheffield Wednesday, who we face in our last game, confused, scared, anxious, wary, nervous, overjoyed, all emotions that have been experienced on the Crystal Palace Football Club rollercoaster this season, for what could be the last time, lets get behind the eleven men that take to the field tomorrow and show our support and after ninety minutes, lets make sure that a trip to Sheffield is merely an enjoyable end of season away trip, not Stockport mark two.