NINETEEN years before Wrexham Football Club was founded in 1872, Charles Dickens wrote a lengthy masterpiece called Bleak House.
The plot centres around a never-ending legal case called Jarndyce and Jarndyce, being fought in stuffy London courtrooms for years.
The proceedings are a confusing mess, understood by few but with profound effects for many.
The book's characters are increasingly drawn into the lawsuit's complex battle, but they are helpless pawns in a legal game.
Now fast forward 153 years to another stuffy London courtroom and a case that feels eerily similar to Jarndyce and Jarndyce.
At the Appeal Court on the Strand yesterday a group of judges deliberated over an appeal by Wrexham owner Alex Hamilton to decide who holds the keys to the Racecourse Ground.
This time there is a bigger group of people eagerly awaiting the case's outcome, but, just like the characters in Dickens' story,, the loyal supporters of Wrexham FC can only watch helplessly as Appeal Court judges ruminate over their football club's future.
Dragons fans held their breath yesterday, hoping Mr Hamilton's appeal would be swiftly kicked into touch and the ground's ownership restored to the football club.
Then Wrexham's administrators could get on with the real business of finding new owners for the club and taking the Dragons forward.
Alas, no. More time is required, say the judges, keeping a whole town, a whole region, and all those who care deeply about community football clubs, on tenterhooks. Let us hope, unlike in Bleak House, a judgement does not drag on forever.
Victory for Mr Hamilton would be unthinkable, although we must remember it would not mean the end for the Dragons.
But surely natural justice will now prevail, the judges will find against Wrexham's unwelcome owner.