I MUST say that I'm still recovering from Tuesday's superb match.

It's been ages since I've seen a Wrexham side attack that well - and defend that badly.

But that's all the fun of fair, and if anyone before the Oldham match had said we'd have been going into the home leg of the northern area final with a two-goal lead you'd have snapped their hand off.

It's just that we could have had the match all sewn up.

Fifty-eight minutes in I was on the phone to my mates booking hotel rooms in Cardiff.

But now there is still work to be done (but I've booked the weekend off work, just in case).

Every time we went forward we looked dangerous.

Juan Ugarte, who I must admit I didn't really think much of when he first arrived, is just deadly in and around the box and in Chris Llewellyn he has the perfect foil.

Yes Chris misses chances - like when he was one-on-one with the keeper early in the second half - but when you have an out-and-out finisher like Ugarte you need someone like Llewellyn to unsettle the defence.

For his faults, the lad runs himself into the ground. That pulls defenders away, leaving space for Juan and Mark Jones, who at last seems to be finding his feet.

Another who has always flattered to deceive, let's hope we saw the real Mark Jones on Tuesday.

He looked quick, confident and he oozed quality.

My Uncle Bob (and who are we to argue with him?) spotted his potential early on and said he was one of the best players Wrexham had.

There's already been rumours that Everton are looking at him, and on that showing it's clear why.

This run in the side is helping Mark and he's in Denis Smith's plans on merit now.

Phew, all this waxing lyrical about our front players has left me no room to moan about our defenders.

Who'd have thought that earlier in the season?