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I know… I KNOW. It's just a small town's football team going from one place to another. Hardly more than a footnote in the local news. Ten seconds of faux concern on North-West Tonight. A blip on an agent's CV to be explained away. A fixed point on a graph as the line heads downward. I know, alright?

Barrow succumbed to a miserable defeat against Cambridge United which, when combined with Bobby Kamwa's 108th minute winner for Newport County against Oldham Athletic, meant our final day remit against Newport went from a highly improbable sizeable victory to not mathematically, but to all intents and purposes, relegated from EFL League Two following six seasons at this level.

"Hello, yes, do come in. Mind the step. Just grab a seat on the couch. Or take the chair if you'd prefer a more upright experience, only the springs have gone a bit on the left side, so forewarned is forearmed."

Is it the hope that kills you or the knowledge that it’s the hope that kills you, that kills you? As I sit here trying to compose my thoughts, the nicotine of football coursing through my veins, I’m trying to make sense of it all. How? How can a team that has been so rank for so long this season pull out a result like that against the prototype League 2 juggernaut of team in Oldham? How can a team that’s had bugger all luck all season score a goal like Gordon’s? How can we st