For the record, I'm happy with how things are panning out.

12 months ago, sat in the West Stand I wondered when I would next be entertained, when we'd next go on a run (and what a depressing run that turned out to be), when would we have a settled squad, when would the crowd make a bloody noise again? I wasn't enjoying the gaffer, couldn't take to him. Was a 70 mile round trip and a match day ticket how I wanted to spend my Saturdays?

Then it all changed. The rest is history, and the remainder of the season was up with my most enjoyable periods of supporting BFC. But it wasn't only the results and the outcome, it was everything associated with it. In my early days of supporting the Reds, it was as though the ghost of Preedy had sprinkled some spirit magic over Oakwell, as if to say "now is your time" and the period under Clark and Hunter was so special. The results, the crowd, the atmosphere, the fact that nothing could go wrong with any part of the club.

I think Rev Preedy gave us another sprinkling last December; we have players who play for the shirt, players who openly state they want to be here, unknown players who quickly become "one of our own" and the backroom staff, from the ticket office right up to Sir Patrick himself cannot put a foot wrong. We're blessed with a class owner, a class gaffer and a 'plan' that seems to be a magic ingredient. Players and fans alike have bought into this.

Even 3 months on from 'that' Play-off final, where the squad has changed and we have had to start again at a new higher level, it still seems to be working. And more than that, we, the customers, can see that it is working and believe in it. There will be hiccups along the way, and I think we will take a couple of beatings, but you know what? We'll come through it. Stronger.

Whatever it is, long may it continue. I cannot wait to get back to Oakwell for the next chapter.

 

Barring the religious stuff I'll say "amen brother" ...

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