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Some friends over for yet another Easter lunch, though Catie did all the cooking (I did however, set off early to get to the supermarket to do a big shop and I did the washing up). There was an Easter egg hunt and with roughly equivalent ages of kids we have got to the point where they’re almost self-entertaining now. We walked up to the woods to see the bluebells with me continually checking on the progress of York City, who after a fine victory on Friday, fucked things up again today and put themselves back into mild jeopardy of relegation. I think there are enough crappier teams beneath us to ensure we stay up, but we are playing two of those teams (and Torquay have suddenly got really good at the end of the season as they attempt an unlikely, but now feasible Great Escape from relegation). If we can beat one of them or draw with both of them I think we’ll be fine. We will certainly lose to Notts County in our final match.
The attention of the world was somewhat diverted by Notts County playing Wrexham - pretty much a cup final for which team will be automatically promoted. And that looks like it was a terrific game, which should make the next series of Welcome to Wrexham pretty exciting. I hope that both teams are promoted. They are much too good for this league. Though there need to be about 18 teams promoted to get York anywhere near league football.
A lot of people saying that you couldn’t write the Wrexham/Notts County match, but you absolutely could. To be honest if you were going to write it, you’d probably put in a last minute penalty and then there’s a 50/50 chance of it being saved. You can write anything. Watch me - a bee with a dog’s face has just won Wimbledon. The bee is bee sized but the face is dog sized. And the bee had never picked up a tennis racquet before this tournament. In some ways it’s amazing it even got to play, but there’s a codicil in the rules that means any dog-faced bee that wants to play gets entry. They put it in because they assumed that no dog-faced bee could ever win, but the dog-faced bee exceeded expectations and was an amazing player. In spite of not having hands. It was a real case of hubris from the people who wrote the Wimbledon rule book.
If you can write that then you have to admit that writing about
I am almost certain that York will defy the odds and snatch demotion out of the jaw of safety, though if Torquay survive that will be something.
Anyway I maybe wasn’t as focused on the bluebells as everyone else, though it was good to get out on a decent walk again - it’s the most exercise I’ve had in two months. I almost feel well again. Not quite, but almost.
