While undeniably a season of progress, the 2017/18 will be remembered for two standout matches and a rather welcome farewell to my ramshackle old stadium and cabbage patch pitch.
You’ve heard me whine on before about the state of our playing surface and the rather baffling decision of my board to move us to a new stadium, twice the size of the old one, which we struggled to fill one tenth of so I’ll focus your attention towards the action on the pitch rather than that off it.
I’ll start with the bad (the good will come, while the ugly obviously refers to managerial rival Shrew Naldo).
The bad was so bad, so very, very bad. So bad, in fact, that I don’t want to put it on the front page of this fair site. You’ll have to read on, therefore, to explore the full baddy badness of our trip to Calais.