I’VE never had very enjoyable experiences at the Deva.
From the time I got my car scratched in the car park (thanks for that) to the time I was chased down the road in my early teens by three grown men.
That was a real macho thing to do, gents.
So I don’t hold out much hope for tomorrow’s trip to C******, especially after what I witnessed against Mansfield last weekend.
Unfortunately – and I never thought I’d ever write this – I saw two sides that didn’t deserve to be in the division.
I’ve never seen a Wrexham team pass so poorly – and was there in the Mike Quigley-era.
The pitch didn’t help, but even simple balls to a player in a red shirt seemed beyond them.
We really need Danny Sonner back, but I’ve got the feeling he may have one of those injuries that keeps on niggling and we’ll miss him for a while.
We carried little goal threat, and even though we were strong at the back, it only takes a deflected goal to let the opposition in.
On that display there is simply no way we’ll stay in the Football League, but the good thing about supporting Wrexham is that they always seem to come good when the chips are down.
And they are certainly down.
But what better way would there be to start our push for safety than a win at our biggest rivals?
Now that would make my afternoon.
