Let me be clear: This is the hardest article I have ever had to write.
I have attempted four versions, but never got past the first paragraph. Upon reflection, this is because I was trying to take the emotion out of the story.
Prior to the match, I have on many different occasions used the analogy that MK's visit to Kingsmeadow is like an (ugly) ex-girlfriend coming to my house just to crash my party.
So, my plan was that I would ignore her and certainly not rise to the bait if she 'scores' during the game.
But that didn't happen. I bellowed my lungs out, my voice had departed me by the 17th minute and my passion for my new love, AFC Wimbledon, was being taunted to the Milton Keynes fans at every chance I could.
We sang: "Where were you when you were us?" Or "Stand up if you hate franchise ..." or "Stand up if you love the Dons ..."
And finally my favourite of them all, to the theme of Yellow Submarine by The Beatles, "The Wombles going up and the Franchise going down, the Franchise going down, the Franchise going down ..."
I was there to berate my ex for being ripped away from me and hope she didn't answer back, or worse yet she might 'score' in our house.
The crème de la crème of this whole story is that she didn't score. She didn't even mutter a sentence. She shrunk away at the goading, the booing and general insults thrown by my friends and fans.
She did wrong in the past and we didn't once stop berating her for one minute. She wasn't welcome to our patch but still gate-crashed the party; and we reminded her at every moment we could of her wrongdoings.
Much was made before the game about the reaction of AFC Wimbledon's fans and if any trouble would spill onto the pitch, or even off the pitch after the game. There wasn't any trouble and we can all rest easy: AFC Wimbledon's fans' choice of vocabulary was pretty rotten at the best of times, but to be honest, that was par for the course.
Now I must admit two things:
1. When Jake Reeves scored the first goal, the volley he scored bounced with such venom from the back of the net that for a split-second it looked as if he has missed the goal and it bounced off the advertising hoardings to the left of the goal. Only when the Chemflow stand went apocalyptic did I realise that we had scored.
This leads me onto the second matter that I shall quietly admit:
2. When we scored that first goal the emotions got the better of me. I properly burst into tears. It was like ripping a very glued-down plaster off - the inital pain was ao strong but then I could clench my teeth and sing my fury at the away support.
Little was I to expect Lyle Taylor dancing through the static Franchise defence five minutes later to hammer the second goal in, to propel me and four thousand other Wombled into ecstasy. Two-nil against the plastics! Who'd-a-thunk-it?
Please let me be clear about one thing, though: many other media outlets have tried to label this match as a derby. It isn't. It never will be.
A derby needs to be geographically close with banter between the fans' groups a possibility.
This is a pure disdain. Milton Keynes FC should not exist. Almost all football fans around the globe will agree with that sentiment - the only fans who won't admit it are MK and a handful of North American fans who live the franchise system in sport.
Milton Keynes and AFC Wimbledon share a relationship unlike any other and if yesterday's atmosphere at Kingsmeadow is going to be replicated in subsequent seasons, then I urge you all to become a Dons Trust Member (for £25 a year) and buy five match tickets over the next season to qualify for a ticket. You will not be disappointed.
Finally, I would like to point you towards the Man of The Match Poll on the 9YRS Podcast Twitter feed (@9yrspodcast).
The choices are: Lyle Taylor, Jake Reeves, Neal Ardley or Football. At the moment Football is winning. And after yesterday it should win. By a clear margin of two goals to zero. Because franchising football, according to the Football Association, is in the wider interests of football, but it is not in the wider interests of football fans.
And last night we showed that we won't let that lie down; we will never forget what happened. But in the same breath we shall let football prevail.