Bristol Rovers 1-2 Wba

38 min: West Brom have steadied a ship which was rocking for a couple of minutes there. Rovers can't get hold of the ball at all - not that the visitors are doing anything particularly special with it.

36 min: Adding to the heady mix of early-evening fun, by all accounts some Rovers supporter has been gadding around on the pitch with their genitals flapping around. Sadly I missed it, and then the BBC started getting all pompous and prissy about it.

34 min: Rovers win another corner from the right, but Campbell overcooks this one and it flies out for a throw on the other side of the pitch. Still, the response from the home team after going two goals down has been spot on. This is brilliant entertainment, and arguably the best spectacle of the round so far (if you don't count Joe Cole's spectacular over-reaction to a marginal offside decision in the dying minutes of yesterday's Barnsley-Chelsea tie).

31 min: GOAL!!! Bristol Rovers 1-2 WBA. An instant reply! From a corner from the right, Coles sidefoots home from two yards out at the far post, latching onto a flicked header at the near post from (I think) Disley. Will this round of the FA Cup offer up even more drama? Don't bet against it, because Rovers are fired up. This is on!

29 min: GOAL!!! Bristol Rovers 0-2 WBA. They'll live to regret it alright. Phillips partially redeems himself by turning away a powerful Brunt drive... but less than a minute later, Miller takes possession of the ball with his back to goal, 25 yards out and on the right wing. He turns quickly and cuts inside, unleashing a powerful drive which takes a slight deflection and arrows into the top left corner.

26 min: What a miss by Lambert, that really should have been one apiece. Albrechtsen fails to deal with a Lines ball from the left, even though it's rolling slowly across the box at 3cm/hour. As the defender falls flat on his buttocks and goes skidding off accompanied by a swannee whistle soundtrack, the ball nestles at the feet of Rovers' star striker - who sidefoots lamely straight at Kiely from three or four yards. A dreadful miss, and one Rovers may live to regret.

22 min: Another free kick launched into the Baggies' area, another shout for a penalty! This time it's Williams who goes down with three WBA defenders around him; once again the referee isn't impressed by the claims. To be honest, neither of the shouts looked like penalties to me. "Is this the right URL for the Antiques Roadshow minute-by-minute?" asks Rolf Hughes, a dusty box under each arm. "I've got a lovely china pony I think might be worth a bob or two." The glaze is chipped, Rolf, don't waste my time. Tell you what, I'll give you ten quid for it.

19 min: Rovers respond brilliantly, a Disley free kick causing bedlam in the WBA box. In the scramble, Kiely pushes away a close-range effort towards Lambert, who goes down under a challenge from Brunt. That's six of one and two threes, and the referee isn't having any of it.

15 min: GOAL!!! Bristol Rovers 0-1 WBA. Oh dear Steve Phillips. A brilliant ball from Brunt cuts the Rovers defence to ribbons and sends Bednar free. The striker's effort is weak and straight at the keeper, but Phillips can only fumble the ball to the right, where Morrison is free and can't fail to sidefoot home. The phrase which comes out of Phillips' mouth, easily lipread, is not the sort of thing you'd have heard from Hugh Skully, Compo, Clegg or Foggy.

14 min: Phillips does well to come out and charge down a Miller header. The ball spoons up in the air; the WBA striker leaps but he's never getting there ahead of the keeper, who claims the ball to great cheers from the home crowd. This is a pretty open game, this.

13 min: Disley whips down the right and skelps a tasty ball across the face of the West Brom goal. It's just begging to be toe-poked or headed home, but that requires someone being in the immediately environs of the ball, and that's not a condition met here.

10 min: West Brom should have scored there: a wonderful cross from Brunt down the left, bowled down the corridor of uncertainty. Phillips didn't know whether to come and claim or not, and with the defence dithering Bednar is free six yards out - but stretching in, he can't get enough on the ball and it squirms wide right of the Rovers goal. The Championship side are beginning to assert themselves now.

8 min: West Brom's first attack comes as a result of powerful play from Miller, who charges down the middle, skidaddles out right, and comes back inside for a shot from outside the box which is deflected away for a corner. The corner is cleared with something approaching disdain by Rovers; I've said this a thousand times now, but why is the corner kick such a lost art?

5 min: Lovely play by Rovers: Jacobson strokes a lovely ball down the left to Williams, who cuts inside and has a shot which is blocked well by Albrechtsen. Lescott picks the ball up on the other wing and swings a peach of a cross towards Disley in the center, but the midfielder can't quite get to it and the danger is cleared. This is a bright start from the League One side.

3 min: A half-hearted penalty shout from the Rovers fans as Lambert goes down in the box, but he's simply slipped over, that's what's happened there. A quiet opening though Rovers have started with confidence, enjoying a slight territorial advantage. Meanwhile it's lucky I didn't open a book on the reader email prediction, because I forgot you can always rely on a certain someone. "Don't knock Crufts," writes Gary Naylor. Shouldn't you be at church? "It wasn't so long ago that half-time brought displays of police dog disciplines that were much more entertaining than the fare either side of the ten minute break. Highlight was always some purported miscreant running across the pitch only to be hunted down by an alsatian going only slightly slower than Lewis Hamilton in his MacLaren. On leaving the ground, you watched the same dogs with a very wary eye as you quietly made your way to the coaches."

And we're off! The Gas kick off, Disley welting an aimless punt into touch. West Brom deliver it back with similar wit, allowing Rovers to take a throw deep in West Brom territory. The ball's eventually swung out left towards Lines, but he can't get anywhere near the ball as it hits the turf and aquaplanes off. This pitch is beyond soggy.

Odds on this being the first-ever minute-by-minute report with no emails whatsoever, what with this being 6pm on Sunday, the FA have got a lot to answer for, etc., and so on, and so forth: 1-33.

The pitch: It's utterly flooded, a total state. The weather report isn't too hot either. This could possibly turn into a slapstick farce. Good.

Kick off: 6pm! On a Sunday!

Michael Vaughan lookalike (sort of, from certain angles, in the dusk): Mark Clattenburg (Tyne & Wear)

WBA: Kiely, Hodgkiss, Barnett, Albrechtsen, Robinson, Morrison, Koren, Greening, Brunt, Bednar, Miller.
Subs: Danek, Gera, Kim, Phillips, Pele.

Bristol Rovers: Phillips, Lescott, Hinton, Coles, Jacobson, Pipe, Campbell, Disley, Lines, Lambert, Williams.
Subs: Mike Green, Igoe, Walker, Anthony, Haldane.

Still, what a weekend of football it's been. A pair of absolutely brilliant results yesterday, and another this afternoon, ensures none of the moneyed giants will spoil this year's FA Cup final by showing up and stinking the place out as when it comes to the crunch they don't really care because it's not the Champions or Premier League. It also leaves us in a position where the favorites for this year's competition are a team who didn't score a league goal at home for over three months. This is the way I like it. The best FA Cup ever? Yep, pretty much.

This match, which kicks off at 6pm, is being broadcast on BBC1. Now, at this time of the week the national broadcaster's flagship television channel should really be gearing up to transmit the triple whammy of the Antiques Roadshow, Songs of Praise and Last of the Summer Wine. But it's not, a state of affairs which can best be described as a total disgrace and a scandal. I suppose Crufts has just been on BBC2, featuring dogs chasing down tennis balls against the clock, an exercise in futility which perfectly captures the ennui of early Sunday evenings in Britain, but for the main event to be an FA Cup quarter-final? This is no time for an FA Cup quarter final. It's 6pm on Sunday evening, for goodness sake! This is a time for sitting in an armchair feeling so bored you can't even be bothered to slip into a mild funk, not for excitement. No Roadshow, no Wine, no Songs... none of this is right. Heads should roll at the BBC - then we march on the FA.