But more than that, if we just happen to win all our remaining 14 League (or should that be Conference) games, we'll finish on 85 points and a guaranteed play-off place! Extremely unlikely of course, given our recent record. But we don't even have to win all those games. We simply need to go on a run of good form to climb the table and scrape into 4th or 5th place and into the play-offs.
What would it take to achieve that? Well, at this level it's probably down to confidence, bottle, determination, ambition, and which team wants it more than the others. It needs CH and his staff to instil all that into the players, and for the fans to get behind the team between now and the season's end.
Even so, that may not be enough to win us promotion this season and could be too much to ask, but if nothing else it would mean an exciting end to the campaign. And if Kelvin Thomas can help Thea Bristow by finding some new investment and greater interest and involvement from the local community in South Devon, the prospects for squad improvements in the summer and for the 2015/16 season would improve enormously, with a new confidence and atmosphere of excitement and anticipation around Plainmoor.
And so, promotion next season if not this one? But it needs all Gulls supporters to play their part, to make Plainmoor a mighty fortress once more:
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon the Plainmoor pitch..
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Plainmoor.
Oops.. Got a bit carried away there. Sorry.. :Oops:
