Itook my usual place behind the goal - a fraction to the left and soaked it up. True, only 1,076 had bothered to show, but still the buzz remained. The West Bank was loud and raw.

Through the sea of heads, I peered as Joe Sheerin effortlessly confirmed he was a cut above this league whilst Kevin Cooper chased and spun. The ball floated in the air, beautifully delivered by Andy Sullivan. Cooper was underneath it. The Bedfont centre-back rose aware of the danger, but Cooper knew he need not jump and stayed rooted - as the ball was headed high into the night sky, Coops looked up, reassured that he would not meet the same fate as Jeff Astle.

But we don’t want Cooper for his aerial ability, we want him for the endless stream of goals and the finish that won us this game was as lethal as any this season. Majestic as Mikey T called it. Unfortunately, the bar was warm and the golden goal seller was attractive- oh yes Roger! - so I missed the majesty of the winner, but if Mikey T says it was, then who am I to argue.

I did see the first goal. After a disappointing first half and a stream of under attacked corners, Keith Ward got his head on the end of one and despite Danny Oakins desperately trying to nick it, the ball nestled comfortably in the back of the net. Bedfont fought back and equalised through a goal from a corner that wasn’t cleared, eventually forced home by Mark Postings.

So to the second half, the West Bank cleared and in the distance I could see my home! The soothing lights of the Tolworth tower shining brilliantly. Not that I actually live in the Tolworth Tower of course, plus we like to call it Surbiton round my way.

With the now sparsely populated West Bank devoid of the witty 15-year-olds calling the keeper allsorts - (kind of like the Kingston So Solid Crew but without the charm), I could see everything. Danny Oakins consistently getting fouled by the Bedfont number 11 who deserves no name-check, Danny Oakins not retaliating and Danny Oakins being sent off. Lee Sidwell deciding that tonight he would have his worst game ever in the yellow and blue, just as his less talented brother was scoring for Brighton in some other parallel universe. Neil Robson looking busy - it’s the only way he knows. And Andy Sullivan turning in his man of the match performance with a high energy, hard working skillful performance.

One of theirs also went for something or other. It was up the east-end and I was still gazing at the blue lights of the Tolworth Tower. So we won for the first time in 3. Never looking anything more than average, but the night was wonderful and those that stayed away, missed what being a Don is all about. Great banter (well from most of the fans), good football, players that love the club and talk to the fans, (Sim Johnston chatting in the bar, despite being out of favour, being the perfect example of what this is all about) and our club being a part of its community again - so solid crew and all ...

[ --- Matt Rickard, http://afcwimbledon.co.uk/matches/reports/homebedfont271102.html]