Few! What was that like? There we were cruising along (relatively!) at half time, and my mate, who's hardly missed a home game for 25 years and been to a good few away games,( until he discovered Manchester United this year anyway!) is looking forward to seeing Queens score seven for the first time in that period. And by the end we're biting our fingernails and begging the ref to blow for full time. Who said following Queens was dull?

And so to the action. This game had 0-0 written all over it, for all of 15 seconds. By that time, Queens were in the lead. Bowey burst through the Morton defence but saw his shot hit the post, McAlpine was following up through and he was left with an open goal to slot the ball into.1-0.

Straight up the other end went Morton. The right side of Queens defence was posted missing as O'Connor went for a run in the empty space, his cross slipped under Scott (the conditions were atrocious in his defence) and the experienced Paul Wright wasn't going to pass up that opportunity at the back post. 1-1.

So often games that start in this manner fizzle out, but not this one. I was sitting beside the Courier reporter, and this being a mid week match he was taking notes for a match report. He had already decided by this stage he would only need to report goals and I was soon to decide on this course of action too, as chance after chance came at both ends, and on this occasion they were being converted into goal after goal!

Queens went back into the lead in 14 minutes, McAlpine crossed from the left, Weatherson brought the ball down on his chest but looked to have taken too long getting the ball under control, however tonight I could have turned their defence inside out, so it was no problem for Peter to simply duck inside the defenders and bury a shot in the corner. 2-1. Keep count now!

We had to wait a whole two boring minutes for the next goal. Morton played themselves into trouble on the edge of their own box and Bowey, who I was very impressed with on my first viewing of him, nipped in to take the ball of the dithering defenders and slip his shot under the keeper. 3-1.

This time it was only a minute until the next goal. McAlpine slipped through an inch perfect ball for Weatherson who ran in behind the defence to easily bury his 2nd. 4-1. Are you keeping up?

After a quite spell (ye, right!) Queens tried to self destruct for not the first or last time tonight. In 31 minutes the left side of Queens defence looked very poor as a man was allowed to cut inside from the right wing and send over a low cross that was so easy to finish that even Dave McPherson couldn't miss. 4-2.

And in 35 minutes Morton again profited down the right wing and this time it was the dangerous looking O'Connor who was on hand to score. Are you keeping up now? That makes it 4-3.

But Queens pulled away again. In 41 minutes Lyle cut inside from the left side of the box to curl a beautiful shot into the opposite corner for the goal of the night. 5-3.

After Connell had hit the bar with a header, Queens did add a sixth by half time when McAlpine had the freedom of Palmerston to blast a right wing cross home from about 2 yards out with the Morton defence posted missing. 6-3.

And so there we were at half time, my mate dreaming of seeing Queens score seven for the first time, but you know what, I think the large Morton following still believed they could win it! And by golly, they proved to be a better judge of football than Mr. Manchester United!

I don't know if it was just a coincidence, or if Anderson really was sent on at half time to steady things, but Queens did nothing in the second half. Not that we'd have been too bothered, if they hadn't lost 2 more in the last 5 minutes!

The only incidents worth mentioning up to the goals in this half was the miss of the century as Morton's number 11 scooped the ball over an open goal from all of 2 yards in 10 minutes and a fine double save in quick succession by Scott from Aitken and Bowey (yes, they do both play for us!).

Then suddenly the roof almost caved in. In 41 the defence was nowhere to be seen as Redman took advantage to head home. 6-4.

And deep into injury time, it looked like we were in for a nervous last couple of minutes as former player Hawke turned up at the near post to head home a right wing corner. 6-5.

Fortunately, before we could throw away the win, 2nd place, and the chance to go top on Saturday, the ref blew the final whistle to spare our blushes. The team still left to a standing ovation, but they didn't seem to know whether to celebrate or be embarrassed. Still, if this is on offer for next week, I'll take it!