This report was written by Joe Hylton on the Unofficial Messageboard at http://www.qpr.org.

It took 10 mins before either side had a shot at goal, when it did come it was a daisy cutter from the fish-boys, no trouble for Harper. The fish-boys made the better start, with no play maker in the middle for Rangers this was always going to be a tough game.

As in recent aways, we took command after soaking up the home team early pressure. A very good 10 mins play from Rangers ended with Kiwomya slotting in a cutting pass from Wardleys right wing cross on 26, one-nil to the R's.

From there up to half time, I felt we just edged it. Kiwomya should have finished the half with a hat-trick but it wasn't to be. Half time, and the 400 strong army of Rangers fans were off down the chippy. If there's one good thing about Grimsby it's the fish 'n chips, you do get a blinding bit of haddock. With the escape committee all present and correct, it was back to the football and the next 45.

Again the Fish-boys start the game the stronger side, but to be honest, as long as Bradley Allen stayed on the bench I felt we could win this. 6 mins into the second half, and I notice the refs got a big brown envelope sticking out of his back pocket- and it didn't look like it contained fish.

12 mins gone, Gavin Peacock make's a perfectly good tackle in our area, and we find out that the large brown envelope contains an equally large bundle of sterling. Dodgy ref gives penalty, Harper goes the wrong way, one-one. To be honest, if the game had finished like that, both sides would have been happy.

The Rangers fans out sung the home supporters for the whole match - actually, Grimsby never sang at all, unless you count the 30 school kids to our right. So time ticking away and about 4 mins left, Rangers get a corner - as usual it's a well taken CRAP effort, and the fish-boys break away. 15 seconds ago we were in there area, now they were in our's, Harper goes running out and - LAUNCH, TAKE OFF, the first Grimsby player to head for outer space. Rangers fans all hold up cards 4.5, 4.5, 4.5, and someone holds up a perfect 5. The dodgy ( fat b*****d )ref, now clutching the large brown envelope for dear life, points to the penalty spot, and kisses the brown envelope like it was his long lost son returned from where the Grimsby player has just gone. That's it, two-one to the referee and the brown envelope.