Don’t panic!

You won’t need me to tell you this, discerning and educated bunch that you are, but there was once a king, Charles I, King of England and he believed he had a divine right, because he’d been born to be a king, to do anything he wanted so he behaved accordingly content in the knowledge that it was his right to do so. He eventually found out that, whilst he believed that his subjects didn’t so he lost his head. Literally, not like some Lincoln City supporters who do so figuratively after a poor performance such as yesterday when it would seem the expression didn’t turn up might be appropriate.

A few years ago the lot of a Lincoln City fan was the occasional high spot in a sea of gloom. A couple of thousand of us regularly attended matches hoping for something or someone to turn up. They rarely did, with noble exceptions, Graham Taylor, Colin Murphy, Keith Alexander, John Beck but it was a mainly hum drum life.

As we all know, particularly at this special time, a saviour was born and eventually a miracle happened and Lincoln City found themselves with not one but two Messiah’s, Danny and Nicky Cowley and they transformed our little club, previously existing on water, into a winning outfit. For the first time in ages, we drank wine and we liked it. We wanted wine all the time but as poor old Charles found out that is neither possible or desirable. Football is a game where the excitement is produced in the winning and losing of games, the highs and lows. It’s just that, at the moment the highs are higher and the lows are just a reminder that we’re all only human including the Cowleys and the players. They’ve no more right to win football matches than anyone else, ask those expensively assembled outfits Manchester City and Chelsea.

So well done to those enthusiasts who were at Crewe yesterday, I wasn’t but you found out that it’s not all sunshine and flowers. However the beauty of football is that there’s always another day. Actually that’s not the case for absolutely everyone. For some, their club is taken from them and they lose that from their lives forever so let’s, at this time of candlelight and wonder, just ponder what has happened to our club over the last few years, the journey we’re on, the days at Ipswich, Burnley and Wembley.

There, things aren’t too bad are they?