Its not often that one gets to be a small part of history in the making. Such was my luck when I got the privilage of being a small part of Wolves first victory in the Premier League at Molineux as well as savour our very first home goal in the premier league. And that on my virgin trip to Molineux. So here I was in Wolvo (via Euston) for the first time on a rather cold wet autumn afternoon. I followed the people off the train and after about 20 freezing minutes (the coldest of my 10 days in the UK), I saw the rising seats of Molineux off to my right. The only problem now was how to get across the road. The underpass beckoned and lo and behold, there I was within touching distance of the Mol, my enthusiasm as yet undampened by the cold wind. A quick check at the ticket office and a few warm moments inside and I was ushered out into the cold rain, tickets in hand (my wife couldn't come with me (she was sick in bed) - and I couldn't get rid of the ticket). But where on earth was Turnstile 6 ? Not anywhere near where I was thats for sure ! Rather cold and marginally wet I took refuge at a hot-dog stand where I did consume a rather delicious cheese burger, after which I spent some warmer moments in the club shop trying to decide what to buy. Decisions.... well I had time to kill and besides my hands and $$$$$$$$ were numb from cold. I settled on a new jersey and an old replica 3 Wolves from the 70's. Braving the cold, another (less satisfying) burger found its way into my stomach. And then off I was to look for the entry point. And I found it, as luck and cold would have it, way across the other end . An uncovered piece of real estate - I was ushered into the filled in part between the Billy Wright and Jack Harris stands, seat AA28..... Well the rest is a blur... I had tremendous fun... singing along to Hi-ho Silver Lining (Wolverhampton) and the other tune.... (sorry I don't know what it is...the one where the arms move ...).. cheered when the players came out.... booed Bosvelt... covering my face with the plastic sheet they give us for cover when the rain came down....stomping on the floor...(we do that in Singapore as well btw)....standing up whenever we looked like scoring and going "oooohhhhh" when we missed or when they missed... giving a couple of Man City supporting kids behind me some menacing looks whenever they mentioned Sun JiHai.... jumping up and down when we scored....swearing when City hit the bar... and singing yet again when we finally won.... It was SWEET ! My only regret was not using the camera that I had with me as my hands were too bloody cold (actually the real reason is that I didn't want to look like a bloody tourist !). The images will stay with me forever... the young lads, the families, old men and women who'd be old enough to be my grandparents, the stadium...(smaller than I had imagined it would be), the food stands, the line to the portaloos at half time, the passion, the excitement and on a sad note the accident victim lying in the middle of the road tended to by the police as we were leaving the stadium (hope he/she was OK). One thing is for sure..., I finally have had a glimpse of what it must be like standing in the cold rain watching a rather mediocre performance or worse a losing performance week in week out. I take my hat off to you guys who do it week upon week. A now warmed up SingWolf - who hopes to do this again...soon !