My name is success and I’m hard. Really hard.

You know that feeling of elation when your team win a championship? Thanks to Danny and Nicky Cowley yes we do, but before that you’ve got to be an old fogey like me to have experienced it. Even “just” promotion is incredibly difficult. It’s overcoming that difficulty, climbing that mountain, beating the odds, that’s what produces the euphoria.

It’s a wise man or woman who is able to treat success and failure with equal distain and to move on with the quest with renewed enthusiasm. Remember learning to ride a bike? Some seem to do it straight away, others seem to forever have their Dads running behind them holding the saddle. Welcome to the world of being an Imps fan.

City have suffered a loss of form, no doubt about that. You can analyse it as much as you like, small squad, lack of a reliable striker, defensive slip ups, poor passing yes, even lack of water on the pitch. The list of insurmountable obstacles spreads out before us. It’s the teams that refuse to bow to the odds that prosper.

Lincoln City now have a week to gird their loins, recharge the batteries, forget what’s gone and look to the future. I don’t know what the answer is, a few days in Cleethorpes maybe? Bit of a booze up? Army camp? I really wouldn’t know but fortunately we have a couple of up and coming young managers who have a better idea than most. They won’t have lost any sleep over the latest setback, they’ll be annoyed alright but they’ll be plotting how to get back to winning ways.

It may be that in order to overcome the odds we may need to relinquish our top of the league spot. That brings its own pressures. Maybe we’ll suffer the ignominy of losing to our new favourite bad boys, FGR. No on second thoughts I really wouldn’t want that but if I had to I’d do it and after all, and you’ve probably been expecting this, whilst the pursuit of our dreams may seem impossible at times, impossible of course is just an opinion.