Back in December, you might recall (but probably don't), my trip to watch Brentford beat Gillingham away, was soured by the fact I had to shell out £25 to watch the game from a temporary, open stand.

It was the greatest rip off since Velcro was invented, so I fired off a letter to Gillingham's odious chairman, Paul Scally, to enquire why he felt it was acceptable to charge away fans such a ridiculous amount of money for a second rate experience.

I wasn't holding my breath for a reply – as a high-flying chairman of a low-flying football club I assumed he’d be far too busy to enter into correspondence with scum like myself.

Imagine my surprise, therefore, when a letter arrived for me on the weekend with the envelope bearing the stamp, 'Priestfield Stadium'.

I could scarcely believe it. The one and only Paul Scally, perhaps the greatest human being to bestride the earth since Doctor Martin Luther King or Princess Diana, had taken time out of his hectic schedule to write little old me a letter.

I'm sure you can imagine my excitement as I hastily ripped open the envelope, but this feeling did not last too long. The letter, I’m sad to report, was not from Scally at all, rather the Gills club secretary Gwen Poynter, who kept things brief in apologising for a tardy response and saying “my comments had been noted and referred to the chairman.”

I know when I’m being fobbed off and to make matters worse the headed note paper rubbed my nose in it as it features a colour photo of Priestfield taken, of course, from end of the ground that raised my hackles in the first place - hiding the disgrace of the Gills away end from the watching world.

If you’d never been to Priestfield before the picture would give you the impression that it is a lovely little ground, with its two decent stands looking resplendent in the sun. As I, and I’m sure many other visiting supporters could attest, this couldn’t be further from the truth.

Thank heavens that the common sense missing in Kent seemed to have found a home up at Edgeley Park on Saturday. Brentford fans were faced with the prospect of getting wet for another 90 minutes when the good people of Stockport County allowed us to move from an uncovered stand to one with a roof.

The fact that a football club treated supporters, particularly visiting ones, with a little respect will probably come as a shock to many, but, you never know, it might catch on. Perhaps even in Gillingham.