Maybe it's because I'm a Northener...

...that I hate London so.

Or might be it be that everywhere is so over-priced and crowded? Could it be the fact that we got lost on the underground? Or perhaps it's just because we got unfairly beaten by some very dubious linesman decisions...

In spite of this though, fun was had by all the missioners - Alex, Ingram, Caygill and Stupot - during our trip on London Village following the Red Army's entire FA Cup campaign for 2003. Here, for your enjoyment and our embarrasment, are the best shots from our day.

A rather cold-looking Alex sets waits for his bus.

Ingram gets himself in the Missioning mood.

We bumb into LTLF's armchair fan Col on the bus.

We meet up with Caygill and Stupot at Nottingham Station.

As part of his magic act, Ingram pulls a train out of a plastic bag.

After a two hour journey we arrive at London's St Pancras station.

A red bus and some roadworks, just to prove we were in London.

Stupot and Caygill enjoy a pint before we head off to the match.

We struggle to find the right train on the tube.

We eventually find the right one and meet up with some other Forest fans.

The Upton Park tube station packed with Forest fans.

There was a heavy Police presence outside the station to 'look after' the thousands of travelling supporters.

We arrive at the Upton Park ground.

The East Stand.

The Bobby Moore Stand.

The brand new Dc Martins Stand.

Forest fans await the kick-off.

The players come onto the pitch.

West Ham dominated the first half...

...but Forest scored first.

Stupot celebrates Forest's second goal.

The rest is history, as are Forest's FA Cup chances for yet another year. After the game myself, Stupot and Caygill had to queue outside the station halfway round London, while Ingram, who was sitting at the other side of the stand due to a seating error, managed to sneak out early and go to the pub.

The rest of us then went on a (mis)guided tour of London's underground station, managing to go in a few circles before finally finding a way back to St Pancras, just in time to get on the wrong train. Fortunately, despite fears we would end up in Derby, it got us back to Nottingham at about 9pm. Mission Complete.