Accrington Stanley, who a-, you know what, I can't do that again. Not only have I overused that joke more than Tony Mowbray used Sam Ricketts knees, but they've literally taken 6 points off us now, it's beyond a joke. (Spoiler alert...) It was a must win given the run ahead, and I'll likely be saying this for the next 5 or 6 league matches, unless we lose them all, then I'll perhaps enter a deep dark pit of depression. Our home form was all that was keeping us going, and the only positive of recent times.
The eagerly awaited community day was finally upon us, as many as 28,346 people (it definitely wasn't that many) were piling into the Ricoh Arena. The club really went all out for it, the fan village was thriving, once you actually found out how to get there. Jodi Jones and Carl Baker did interviews which no one could hear, however I'm pretty sure the latter just put in a plea for Mark Robins to give him a contract. After seeing the Checkatrade Trophy I found myself in a queue to have a picture with it as I'd never get another chance, and to put it lightly, I wasn't in the best of states pre-match. So I'll forever have an image of me, pale faced crouching beneath the symbol of our biggest achievement in the last 30 years. The stuff dreams are made of.