Cristiano Ronaldo stars on old Windsor's last big night.

The green and white army march along the narrow terraced streets. Feet pound the pavements as fans march expectantly towards Windsor Park.

A clamour of excitement, banter and chanting is broken by the rattle of a charity collection box as the crowd climbs the steps of the railway bridge.

Programme sellers bellow their sales pitch, diesel generators drone beside chip vans and, over the "hub bub" of the fans, beyond the stand you can hear the stadium PA system blaring out rock music whipping up the atmosphere.

The excitement is palpable, Portugal's Cristiano Ronaldo is in town.

The world's first £80m footballer is about to take the stage in Northern Ireland's main football arena for a World Cup qualifier.

The arena, though, is a blast from the past. A crumbling relic from a long-gone era and barely fit to be considered a major sporting venue.

Things are about to change and the bulldozers are about to move in. Windsor Park, home of Irish League club Linfield and Northern Ireland, will never look the same again.

Two new stands are to be built, the other two spruced-up and the capacity increased to 18,000 - in a £26m redevelopment funded by the government.

So, as long as things go as planned, this is the last big match night at Belfast's antiquated arena.

Still, there is something quaint about this sub-standard, out-of-date ground. Character, maybe.

Tension mounts as kick-off draws near. In the stand, the crescendo of noise that greets the teams frightens a young boy attending his first game.

His dad holds his hand, pulls his beanie hat over the child's ears and reassures him that it's ok, a ritual that the decaying south stand will have witnessed countless times.

A shrill blast of the ref's whistle and the David versus Goliath match is under way.

The home supporters bounce in unison on the kop. A seething mass of green and white, collectively will their team to claim the scalp of another footballing super-power.

Windsor's "12th man" often proves unnerving to visiting players. Well-drilled national teams often succumb to the relentless chanting in the intense cauldron of noise.

Ronaldo becomes the focus of the crowd's ire, jeered as he loses out in the first tackle. Chants of "Who are you?" flow around the ground. Tempting fate perhaps.