Mollys Guide - Spring 2018
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ground than we’d anticipated,<br />
so after an hour of queuing<br />
through hundreds of fans just<br />
to get an extra few yards, we<br />
unceremoniously dumped the car<br />
and raced into Wembley with only<br />
a few minutes to spare.<br />
The atmosphere was electric and<br />
the players were already out and<br />
warming up. The fans were singing<br />
and there were familiar faces<br />
everywhere – it was just minutes<br />
to kick off.<br />
As the tension grew so did the<br />
rumbles in our tummies and it<br />
was only as the teams walked out<br />
to sing the National Anthem that<br />
we realised we’d left our stash of<br />
snacks in the car.<br />
We didn’t have an E-number<br />
between the three of us and were<br />
forced to watch in envy as families<br />
gorged on popcorn and hotdogs in<br />
the close vicinity.<br />
It was more than our appetites<br />
which were about to be whet<br />
however as the Shrews finally got<br />
the game underway.<br />
It was a cagey affair in the first few<br />
minutes but the crowd were in fine<br />
voice as City held their own during<br />
the opening encounters.<br />
Then with just 16 minutes on the<br />
clock, Elliott Whitehouse was on<br />
hand from a corner to fire the ball<br />
home and send 20k plus yellowbellies<br />
into rapturous joy.<br />
We were 1-0 up in the cup final,<br />
dreamland again. Cowley’s army<br />
on the front foot as per usual<br />
– everyone on cloud nine once<br />
more.<br />
The Shrews came close a few<br />
times, but a spectacular save from<br />
the Imps keeper and some dogged<br />
defending by the rest of the lads<br />
saw us enter the last 10 minutes<br />
of the game with our noses still<br />
ahead.<br />
The ref added five minutes of injury<br />
time to our agony but after what<br />
seemed like more than double<br />
that to us long-suffering fans, he<br />
eventually blew his whistle and<br />
history was secured.<br />
They’d done it. Lincoln City’s<br />
first appearance at Wembley<br />
was victorious, in contrast to the<br />
unlucky Shrews who’d now come<br />
away for the fourth time with<br />
absolutely nothing to show for it.<br />
It was a magical moment. The<br />
crowd couldn’t contain ourselves<br />
and as the players and managers<br />
walked over to thank us and lift<br />
the trophy, we all realised we’d<br />
experienced something rather<br />
special.<br />
As the fans filed out and the<br />
celebrations continued our rumbling<br />
tummies were about to be satisfied.<br />
Wembley’s finest (sic) fried chicken<br />
duly demolished before our mad<br />
dash back up the M1.<br />
In the tired silence of the night<br />
on the long journey home, my<br />
thoughts were my own as I quietly<br />
contemplated what we’d been<br />
lucky enough to witness.<br />
It is quite remarkable how far the<br />
Imps have come, from obscurity to<br />
challenging champions in the space<br />
of just a few months.<br />
Memories created to last a lifetime,<br />
I could hear my son telling his own<br />
grandkids how City had lifted the<br />
trophy ‘all those years ago’. The<br />
heart in my chest was singing as<br />
loud as the fans had been earlier<br />
in the afternoon.<br />
A large glass of red wine and a<br />
quick look at the highlights were the<br />
order of the evening when we finally<br />
arrived home just after 9:30pm.<br />
It had been the day of days, the<br />
game of games and an adventure<br />
that we’d never ever forget.<br />
Whatever the future holds for<br />
LCFC, one thing’s for certain. The<br />
experience of the last two seasons<br />
and our long awaited trip down<br />
Wembley way will forever be<br />
etched into our consciousnesses.<br />
‘Imp’ossible is just an opinion for<br />
the red and white army from our<br />
beautiful cathedral city after all.<br />
See you next season.<br />
#UpTheImps.<br />
*search for ‘Now The Parties<br />
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www.barrylwood.wordpress.<br />
com to read more on this particular<br />
adventure.<br />
Barry Wood is an ex journalist now working<br />
for the NHS in Lincolnshire. A father of two<br />
boys and husband to one Portuguese wife,<br />
he blogs regularly as Desperate Dad.<br />
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