Sometimes, Unbelievable Things Happen....

Yesterday was an amazing emotional roller coaster ride.

Against all predictions, my team, Halifax Town, triumphed in the FA Trophy at Wembley yesterday.

We were the better team on the day, opponents Grimsby Town had won last week in the Play-Off Final to get back in to the Football League, but their big guns - Padraig Amond, Omar Bogle - never got going on the day.

When your team has just got to Wembley for the first time in their 105 year history, it all takes some taking in. Yes, we were the better team. Yes, player of the year Scott McManus - who sadly had to leave the field later having picked up a suspected cruciate ligament injury - scored a brilliant goal, a sublime curling shot from his right foot to put us 1-0 up. We never looked back, and despite some pressure from Grimsby, we didn't buckle.

So Town - every player performing out of their skins - emerged as winners.

But it was still hard to believe, even when the cheers went up as the game ended with Town 1-0 winners. The team heading up the steps to pick up the trophy. The champagne being sprayed over the team with a winners hoarding behind. This was all happening to my team. Unbelievable!

Tears were shed, there was laughter, and before that, tension, frustration. Every emotion under the sun. It is even now so hard to take in. A team that until 2009 had with odd exceptions seen little success. Fans, family, friends, folk from way back when, were all overcome by the emotion and significance of this victory.

But look at the papers, the websites; all of them are reporting the fact that FC Halifax Town are the 2015-16 FA Trophy Winners.

And it is hard to believe. But I'll take that....

Wembley Stadium 22/05/16

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