We have all witnessed a massive week in the history of Brighton and Hove Albion Football Club and it's no exaggeration for me to say that.

With all the talk of war in this world, we at the Albion are fighting our own little battle and I cannot think of another group of players I'd rather be in the trenches with than our's.

The last two results have been huge both in terms of points and for psychological value as, not only have we gained six points, but we have won back to back games, got our first double of the season, and moved off the bottom, two points from safety, with fresh optimism sweeping through the camp.

There was derogatory talk about the chairman and how he should move on but this man has done more for the Albion than anyone and he continues to take this club forward. Not only is he an excellent businessman, but he is Albion through and through.

After the Wolves result, it was vital we followed up with a positive result to keep the wagons rolling. Bradford were the form team but so were Walsall two weeks earlier. And we were up for both games. After meticulous preparation, we battled hard and got the desired result. There was, however, a touch of fortune with our goal but we deserved that and I bet Trevor Francis wished that the FA had swapped linesmen.

Whatever happened against Millwall, March is a mammoth month and one which can decide a team's future. We have seven games and must make the most of them. But with us now coming into form the more games the merrier as, if we get on a roll, then we have the capabilities and squad to beat anyone.

Los Brazilenos crashed out of the Champions League against an eager Crawley team but, in difficult conditions, they deserved their win.

Well, there's been loads to chat about in the club this week, and it's been entertaining. Firstly, did anyone see the young John Keeley (Simon Rodger) on 'Real Footballers' Wives'? Well, apparently he's a bit of a stallion or was it he had the first touch of a mule? But, after seeing that programme, why would anyone want to marry a footballer? Nice house, totally neurotic. And there's no way I'd let Leilani borrow my BMX, let alone my car.

Louis (assistant physio) once again took up one of our challenges, this time attempting to do 30 keep-ups in five attempts and what a shambles he was. We ended up giving him 20 attempts because of the comedy value and he failed miserably. At one point he was trying so hard he ended up falling in a bush with everyone cracking up. Now he has been compared to a "fish up a tree".

Last Saturday, in the absence of Malcolm Stuart (physio), Robbie Pethick came in an hour-and-a-half early for treatment so he could get home for the Manchester United v Arsenal game (spring cleaning, more like). And on the way home, he made the schoolboy error of ringing a few of the boys telling them he'd be home by 11 in front of the telly. The lads in turn wound Mal up saying that the treatment room was like a holiday camp, which it most certainly isn't, and the Womble got the raving hump. So he has sought retribution with Robbie Steptoe by getting him in all day and Peth's now doing a Dolly Parton shift nine to five.

And finally Bobby and myself have been asked by Juice FM to do our own radio show, which we have readily agreed to do. It's a pre-recorded hour-long show, going out on Friday evenings, hosted by the Golden Child and the new Max Boyce. We were a little puzzled as to why they wanted us to do the show, but apparently Bobby has the profile and I have the perfect face for radio. I can't yet reveal details of the show, but keep your ears open and tuned in and all will be revealed.

Saturday February 22