I dunno.
Maybe it's because I'm getting longer of tooth, maybe it's because of how low we fell or maybe it's because those responsible forced me - and thousands of others - temporarily away from team we love.
But somehow this promotion seems to mean more than others.
And those Staglets who told us how difficult getting out the fifth tier is - only for many of us to mistakenly mock - were right. The one guaranteed place means a consistency unnecessary in any other division.
Yet they couldn't keep a good club down. We've progressed year on year since the deep, dark Deedah depression was lifted. Play off quarters, semis then final. Before now, wonderfully, totally dominating fron start to finish.
Okay, sneerers can claim their titles came tougher. However these last few weeks have proven pretty much anyone can provide a kick in the proverbials if standards slip. The league's also populated by fully professional outfits now. Well, give or take, anyway.
Besides, you can only beat what's in front of you. Which is what we've done. Thirty times and counting. Without the millions afforded previous winners, either.
So PC's possibly right; this is his greatest achievement. There's one thing of which there's no doubt whatsoever, though - the relationship between him, squad and townsfolk will never, ever have been better...
This post has been edited by The Earl of Chesterfield: 24 March 2024 - 07:30 PM