Match report posted by John_ (view the full thread on the forum )
Woe, woe and thrice woe.
Well it had to end sometime.
I feel absolutely gutted and am a broken man. All my dreams of STFC grandeur have been shattered and the sickening realisation of that "We`re No Longer Invincible" hits home.
I was so desperate for us to make it 7 out of 7 but alas it wasn`t to be.
I left the Racecourse Ground in tears, deflated, knowing all of our hopes and expectations have been quashed for ever... oh woe.
We`re top of the league and a point clear. Two home games coming up should sort the men from the boys.
We were beaten by a team who, on the day, wanted it more than we did.
We`ll be back chomping at the bit ready to tear apart the evil life-force that is MK Franchise on Tuesday.
All the pre-match hype was about our defence and whether Williams and Vincent were going to play. The good news is that Ady made the starting XI and played alongside, I think, Nicholas at the back. However being blind in both eyes and slightly worse for wear I can`t remember if CCP was left-back or Nicho? Silly me.
Smith was right-back and didn`t have one of his finest 90 minutes.
Ince was on the bench and got a might fine cheer when this was announced. "We`ve Got The Guv`nor" we cried.
Weston and Evans combined in central midfield as you might expect. CR & LP were the front two with Shakes and Brown working the flanks as the rest of the team had a rather familar look to it.
The coach journey was rather laborious and certainly not full of action packed fun as I`d been hoping for. Not even my copy of "Nuts" with lots of pictures of the scantily-clad type of lass could ease the pain.
Talking of pain, I developed Deep Vein Thrombosis throughout the journey.
The seat I was sat in was designed for anyone under about 4`. My legs had nowhere to go and sadly one of them passed away in the County Ground Car Park when we finally got back home.
We got to Wrexham at about 1pm and I had time to walk past Jon Ritson and observe he`s definitely shrinking, and now stands at about 3` 2".
The first thought on our minds was "Pub". We followed the crowd and soon found ourselves at the nearest watering-hole that sadly turned out to be Home fans only. I wasn`t in colours and can do a superb Welsh accent which I learnt from Ruth Maddoc. Sadly, Ian, another long-suffering coach passenger, was in a Town top which meant we had to do an about-turn and look elsewhere.
We eventually found a place that served but they didn`t have Sky so we missed out on watching the remainder of the Merseyside Derby.
We got chatting with a variety of Wrexham fans, some of whom who were old enough to have fought in the Boer War - Honest.
One old fella said, when he found out we were Swindon, that we`re the true fans and life-blood of Football, coming up all this way. Blimey!!
Anyway, I digress, after a few jars we made our way back to the ground for the main event.
Once inside, the away end looked pretty full. In no way was it over-flowing and there were plenty of seats spare, but it looked as if the away fans had spread throughout the entire stand. I was really hoping we`d get a thousand or, in a worst case scenario, no less than 800.
I`ve no idea of the offical figure yet, but I was slightly disappointed to hear it was about 700 according to one source.
The game started at a bit of a pace with both sides playing direct, and possession went to and fro. No real chances as of yet although Wrexham were forced to make an early sub through injury. I remember thinking at the time that this could benefit us as the home side might have to re-think their strategy or tactics.
After a while it did look as though the Evans and Weston combo were beginning to win the battle in the central third. Sadly Shakes and more to the point Brown were not seemingly on the same wavelength.
Wrexham had a player booked as a restless home crowd started to turn on the ref. The free-kick being lined up looked like a typical training ground piece. I was expecti