yesterday I told you<\/a> that we were heading into the last match of the season pretty certain we were getting promoted but with a teeny, tiny slim chance of nicking the title from Avarta.<\/p>\nTo do that we needed to win (obviously) and they needed to slip up at home to Middlefart who were languishing at the bottom end of the Promotion Stage. BUT! This the Promotion Stage, so all the twelve sides are pretty decent as they’d finished in the top four of their respective groups in the first half of the season.<\/p>\n
Half time in our match with B93. 0-0. We are playing terribly. Passes are going anywhere but to one of our own, it is looking like being one of those days. I gamble. I take the left back off and throw on another striker. Middlefart are winning 2-0(!) and we have a chance to win the sodding league. We leave our left flank wide open to attack, but we don’t care. We need a win now. Overload and get it in the mixer boys, create havoc.<\/em><\/p>\n70 minutes have gone, and I can feel that the game is turning our way. We’ve pinned B93 back for about ten minutes, but nothing has really gone on target yet. We get a corner. Naturally, we sling it into the far post. There’s a scramble. It falls to the edge of the area. Michael Baidoo is lurking and he smacks it on the half volley. The ball screams into the net, we leap off the bench. As it stands, we have won the 2. Division! But, is it ever that simple?<\/em><\/p>\n