FRIDAY'S last gasp winner from James Jones against Notts County was the perfect way for the club to progress into the last four of the FA Trophy.

There are those who are inclined to deride the FA Trophy as being something of a "Michael Mouse" competition - living in Los Angeles has given me a healthy fear of Disney's lawyers - but with the club on a six game unbeaten streak and with the prospect of a trip to Wembley and some silverware on the cards, there was no way Phil Parkinson and the boys weren't going to put a shift in.

Indeed, adding in the frustrating nature of our results against Notts County this season, there were any number of reasons for celebration as JJ ghosted into the box and slid the ball under their despairing keeper, but none more sweet than the immediate knowledge that he had just scored a winner.

You can't beat a last minute goal. According to Mark Griffiths and his seemingly inexhaustible supply of stats and facts, the club has now scored four winning goals this season in the 89th minute or later, a great sign of a team that doesn't like to lay down and surrender.

I suspect this will be a quality that suits us well in the run-in to the end of the season.

In fact, if we were to look at the season as a match, we are only currently in the 63rd minute, having another 13 games to go. We have to stay in the game and finish strong, something we have started to develop a knack of doing.

On Saturday we travel to Bromley who are, as the kids say, no mugs.

Bromley have had a strong season and in Michael Cheek have a player that always carries a goal threat, but we have to go in buoyed by the confidence of two back-to-back away victories against fellow promotion contenders in Chesterfield and Notts County.

I know we'll take a great number of fans down there and with their support, hopefully, we'll return with three points.

On Sunday, our Women's team play their last game of the season, a winner-takes-all top of the table clash with Llandudno Ladies.

The club is laying on a supporters coach and the weather is supposed to be sunny and 13 degrees, so you've not got any excuse not to pop up there, watch us clinch the title, and then go get fish, chips and ice creams down by the seafront afterwards.

Hopefully not the last piece of silverware coming our way this year.

I was lucky enough this past weekend to see a few clips and snippets from the forthcoming documentary on the club, Welcome to Wrexham.

It was all very good and everything, but my main focus is to use my pulpit in this publication to formally apologise to everyone for the absolute state I appear in in the first couple of episodes.

I'd like to remind everyone that it was mid-pandemic and we had, all of us, mostly spent all our time indoors.

It was a time of wild hair, wilder facial hair and too many jaffa-cakes, but that's probably no excuse for showing up at the club looking like I'd just been fished out of the Clyde on an old episode of Taggart.

Just getting out ahead of that one

Onwards to Bromley, before seven home games on the spin.

COYR.