I was travelling over Hungerford Bridge, Saturday just gone. I looked to my left and Big Ben said it 'two minutes past three'. The sun was shinning and it was warm. The previous Saturday Stewart Drummond had just scored to give Town a 1-0 lead at Wembley!

This season has been so special in so many ways. The last month or so has just flown by. One minute it was queuing for tickets for Grimsby, the Heroes and Legends Do, the last game itself. Then getting tickets for MK Dons home, MK Dons away, then winning their and all that meant, then Wembley. Was it really six weeks ago since Hereford and 4 pints in the Kangaroo Inn!

It has been a blur but as I sat on my train coming into Charings Cross, I relaxed in the knowledge that those moments don't come around every week. In fact would I ever go to Wembley twice in seven days again?

My second trip had brought my to see England v Brazil. I was lucky that I got a ticket six and a half years before to see the last England game at Wembley, on a cold, wet October Germany beat us 1-0. Keegan resigned. And the 'end of an era' was celebrated with gold tickertape falling from the roof of a rather decrepit 'Venue of Legends'.

The new Wembley is awesome. It looks like a space ship has landed in North London. I thought the same when I went to the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. At last this country has some true world-class stadiums. And when you think of Twickenham as well, before you even get to Old Trafford or the Emirates, we've come a long way.

If I have a criticism of Wembley it's that the roof doesn't close, and although it has loads of toilets, you still queue. And trying to find a programme seller or souvenir stall is nigh on impossible. But apart from that, the views are amazing.

For both games I sat on the top tier. For the England game a bit more central. Being the camera side' rather than 'Royal Box' side as I was with Town. But you really get an appreciation of just how big the place is. I do wonder what it must look like from the bottom tier. U just must look up for ages!

The Town day out was memorable. Ours was one of the coaches that broke down, and when we came to a stop in Tividale at 10.30 a.m. this scribe outwouldly might have been the air of confidence but inside just wanted to get to New Street and get on a train p.d.q!

The fact of the matter was that despite an hour delay, our driver got us to Wembley just after 2.15 p.m. Our replacement coach had a toilet which negated stops along the way, and after our hour site seeing tour of the Black Country, I don't think we wanted to stop anymore anyway!

As I said we weren't the only coach to break down. We stopped at the one broke down on the M40. Luckily the replacement coach turned up just as we got there. With some twenty spaces free we could have helped out somewhat. I don't know how we would have done it. Drawn lots. Women and children first? Thankfully it didn't come to that.

Because of our late arrival, I didn't get to go down 'Wembley Way', which I was so looking forward to do. I thought a nice stroll, take in Eric Smith, and have a chat, a few beers and then the game!

Alas it didn't work out like that. And after meeting bro outside Bobby Moore's statue it was time to get in!

The escalators weren't working at our entrance, and the climb to the Highest Tier would have pushed the most physically fit person. Thankfully for the Brazil game they were working!

I remember my first visit to the old Wembley. Schoolboy International 1980. England v Scotland. One young Paul Wimbledon played for England that day. I remember seeing the blue seats through one of the entrances and remembering the size of the place, and that you just went wow! And here, on a May Saturday in 2007, I did the same, as the banks of red seats went ever upwards!

I have a video of Bizzy just totally awestruck by it all. Little Shrewsbury at Wembley with nearly 62,000 there. Over 23,000 from Town. It was a fantastic site, and with the huge club banners being displayed to Embrace's soundtrack, it was the most wonderful feeling I've ever experienced in my football supporting life!

I was determined whatever happened to try and take in as much as possible. Wembley 96 went by in a disappointing blur. I just hoped that whatever happened we did ourselves justice, and of course we did!

But for nearly half an hour, the actually thought that we were heading to League One was so real.

When Drummond scored it was unbelievable! And when you think of the way we bossed the game for the first twenty minutes it showed just how far we have come since Histon.

In the end clinical finishing told. You take the chances of Hall, Cooke, Asamoah, and the two Richard Walker strikes. That was the difference.

I think at 2-1 down and Town fans seemed to have the stuffing knocked out of them. It was just like the belief had gone. The stadium had left us awestruck, and now being 2-1 down, after being in front, just sapped the energy.

There have been one of two comments made that a lot of followers from Salop just sat their and didn't sing and shout. That does disappointment me, but reading on t'other websites, it appears the same all over. Whether Bristol, Derby, Blackpool, Baggies or Yeovil. Yes Rovers with their 'Goodnight Irene' was deafening at times, but there again they only sung four times! It's interesting too, depending on where you were in the stadium, just how loud, or quiet the respective fan bases were.

A lot has been said about the Club Wembley seats and whether they link the atmosphere. For the England game the place had 25,000 more fans than the Bristol game, and maybe because there were 86000 of us seeing 'England' it was easier to create an atmosphere. Maybe next time it would be better if the singing block was on the top tier rather than bottom as the sound seemed to travel around their better, but I wonder if the sound actually goes down, rather than around?

At the end I was heartbroken, but after a little reflection and Bizzy Lad making a few comments of comedy I soon had a smile on face. Wembley is a horrible place to lose, and I just hope I get to see Town win their one-day, because it would be awesome. But the feeling of disappointment was filled with one of absolute pride in the way we had come so close. 3-1 wasn't a true and fair reflection on the game we had seen, and I think Rovers in hindsight would count themselves fortunate to win by such a margin. It just wasn't our time this time, but the feeling amongst Town fans since has been one of total optimism and belief that 2007/8 will be our time!

For the England game I stayed overnight. Travelled down via Chiltern Trains. Stayed in a Hotel called Stonebridge Park Hotel, which was cheerful and cheap, and did good 'Full English'. I took about 30 minutes to work to Wembley High Street where I met up with some fellow Town fans sampling the first full England International at the 'New Wembley'

Wembley is not Cardiff. It doesn't have the surroundings, but the atmosphere was cracking in JJ Moons, and the short walk to the stadium didn't disappoint. From the White Horse Bridge the arch and the stadium itself rose high into the London sky, and a pilgrimage of people made their way to sample the delights of arguably the best footballing nation in the world. Brazil.

I decided that tonight I was definitely walking up Wembley Way and so took a detour and eventually joined the massed throngs from Wembley Park Tube Station. The anticipation was wonderful. There was this big feck off football stadium in front of you, and how anytime team doesn't get intimidated on seeing it is anyone guess.

I was walking to my entrance when I heard this chap say ' So Shrewsbury consider themselves Welsh do they?' After hearing this I interjected ' No, were English. You Ruvers fans? The one was, the other City. And we talked about the previous weekends game. How apparently Bristol hadn't stopped partying - well at least the Northern Blue half anyway. I also reminded them just how close we had come to beating them, which they didn't seem to recognise.

The England game was good, and Beckham fantastic. Maybe he just wasn't fit last year at the World Cup because this was Beckham was back at his best. Gerrard got Man of the Match but it must have been close. Certainly made the innocuous Frank Lampard look pedestrian in comparison.

I thought I might just see England win. First time in four attempts. Count that five if you include the England Schoolboys 5-3 defeat by Scotland in 1980, but as the clock was ticking down saluting John Terry's headed Beckham cross, along came Diego to give the Brazilians a draw.

It was amazing to see people like Ronaldinho and Kaka strolling on the same pitch as Hall, Cooke, and Asamoah. At times it was unreal. The back flips and movement. Almost like a WWE version of Football. But enjoyable never the less.

I had a chap sitting next to me who was no more than 10 I'd guess. With his elder brother and Dad. He was chatting away and asked who I supported 9 despite me telling him I'd been here for the previous weeks Play Off Final with Shrewsbury). Shrewsbury I said.

'Who are they?' he asked.

He did say he'd go on the internet to see, but my heart almost sank. I think I know nearly every club down to step three of the pyramid and this guy didn't know who Shrewsbury were.

Getting out of Wembley still isn't too clever. Wembley Way got very crowded. It reminded me of the Flower Show after the fireworks but a hundred times worse. I wanted to go down Wembley Way again to get photos of the arch lit up, but it was curtailing my drinking time bank in North London. My advice to anyone going to an England game, don't go down Wembley Way coming out!

And so after purchasing both an England and Brazilian scarf for £3 each. (It was £10 for a half and half scarf before the game!), drinking a few sherbets, I walked back to the hotel, via a Fish and Chip shop (which didn't serve gravy!), reflecting ion the last few weeks, thinking about not going to GM anymore. How I was getting to New Meadow etc. In Football opportunities like these come along very infrequently. I consider myself very privileged to have seen two fantastic games, at a fantastic stadium. And do you know what. I can't wait to go again!

So this Saturday just gone, I walked around the outside of the New Meadow. Still trying to contemplate us beating MK Dons, us getting to Wembley. Being there twice in a week. Looking at the marvellous amber 'STFC' on four sides of the ground. Wondering how Mr Knight had the gumption to moan in the press, and then thought that in two months time that stadium would be full.

Ade Plimmer