Red card comes at a cost
I will be a frustrated onlooker on Saturday when we go looking for the one point that will bring us promotion to the Premiership and possibly the First Division title.
The one game suspension I received for my sending off at Stockport means I will miss out on the biggest day of the season at Maine Road. And believe me, that will hurt.
It's funny but it seems every time we get promoted I miss out on something.
When we went up from the Second Division via the play-offs at Wembley I was doing an interview with Sky Television at the end of the match and missed out on being in all the photographs taken by local photographers. When I got back to the lads it was all over.
Then two years ago when we went up to the Premiership as Division One runners-up we had a ceremony at a pre-season match against Oldham. Unfortunately, I was out injured and wasn't at the game and so missed out again.
On Saturday I'll be up in the stands while the lads, hopefully, are celebrating on the pitch.
I was named as a substitute for the big game against Wolves on Bank Holiday Monday.
We won 2-0 thanks to a pair from Shaun Wright-Phillips, but I never played a part in the match, my place going to new signing Jon Macken.
I found out in the dressing room about an hour before the kick-off at Molineux as the manager, Kevin Keegan, prefers not to name his team until shortly before the start.
I was surprised but while people might think it only human to then not want the lads to do well that wasn't the case with me.
Because it was such an important game I honestly wanted the guys to win.
The way I looked at it was that 'OK, you are not starting today but you have played your part in getting us where we are'.
Some players have missed the early part of the season for one reason or another and it just so happens that the manager has decided to play them now. That is his choice but like I said I have played my part and I am sure there will still be a part for me to play in the two remaining games that I am available for.
I am a professional and I know that I cannot go through my whole career without being dropped. It will happen at some time and I understand and appreciate that - the main thing is that we won.
At the end of the 90 minutes the manager was proved right in his decision and I was one of the first to congratulate him.
He was really pleased and the hug that he gave me was emotional in a sense.
He knew from that point that I wasn't upset, because I could have easily just walked into the dressing room, gone over to my spot and got dressed.
But he knows me and knows I am not like that.
I was asked recently whether there was much of family spirit at the club at the moment and while we are very close I would say it is more like the United Nations than a family.
That point was proven the night before the Wolves game when we went to a restaurant for dinner.
I was sat with my new Chinese team-mate Sun Jihai and as he is relatively new to the country I asked him if he wanted to learn a bit of English off me in exchange for teaching me a bit of his language.
He told me how to say things like 'bye-bye,' and similar basic phrases.
Anyway, later on I spotted some Chinese girls in the restaurant and so after finishing eating I decided to try my new skill out on them because you have to understand by this time I was fluent and was ready to put it to the test.
We had to walk past them to get out and so being a typical Bermudian, loud and offensive, I approached their table and said 'bye-bye' in Chinese.
The first time I said it there was no reaction so I thought either they hadn't heard me or they were ignoring me.
By this point the rest of the players were stood around waiting to see what their reply was going to be.
So I tried again and they turned around to me and said 'We are Korean'.
I said 'I am so sorry, I apologise' because I didn't want to cause offence and my team-mates just left me stood there on my own.
Sun was just laughing to himself and walked straight past me as if he didn't know me.
