Like I say, luckily for me nothing that extreme has ever happened to me.  But this weekend I am going to perform an act of love that will test even my threshold.  Those of you expecting some juicy details can stop reading now.

As the Wolves fan in the relationship the last couple of seasons have been a hard pill to swallow if I’m truthful.  Two 3-0 thrashings in a matter of months didn’t exactly inspire me.  The 1-0 “comeback” victory wasn’t exactly all that either, not by the time it had been eclipsed totally two more defeats in the play offs anyway.

We made a pact last year, before the playoffs even began that whichever of our sides got to Wembley we would go, together.  Anyway, for more reasons than I have time to go into we didn’t go, and instead watched Albion’s defeat to Derby County at the local boozer.  Now I’m a girl of some pride, so to deny the odd wry smile that day would be wrong.  But a large part of me felt significant disappointment that Albion hadn’t gone up.  Mostly for my other half, but I have to admit the prospect of meeting Albion in the league again the following season was more than a little spine tingling.

Of course, being the dutiful other half I am, going to Wembley with my man for the FA Cup semi final was no question.  Apart from anything else I have never seen the new Wembley other than on television, and lets face it, as a Wolves fan the chances of getting there any time soon don’t look good.

So, getting the tickets and travel arrangements all went according to plan.  He has considered carefully which of his Baggies shirts I can borrow, I have plotted equally as carefully which of my Wolves shirts I might try and sneak on under my clothes (some petty satisfaction is required surely???).  We will drive down, and having the diesel car for reasons of economy we shall travel in mine.

But nothing prepared me for what I was about to be asked.  Granted, I had accepted that the Wolves stickers would have to come out for the day, even I am not that wreckless.  But for them to be replaced with my other halves Albion stickers and scarves?  I’m assured this is for a matter of spotting other Baggies fans on the motorway.  Now this is a sacrifice that pains me severely.  “Pimping my ride” for the day will indeed be the greatest act of love I can imagine, and one I would normally consider sacrilege.  However, as I won’t be driving I could always just shut my eyes. 

Photos of my “pimped ride” and of our day out at Wembley will appear on our Facebook and MySpace pages, so keep your eyes peeled!