ManorJarrod had been here before. It was twelve months almost to the day since their dramatic League Two play-off win, and the club had achieved the most incredible feat of reaching the play-off final three seasons in a row. No other team had done that—it wasn’t really a feat, a feat would have been automatic promotion, but it was an exciting end to another over-achieving season for this collection of misfit footballers, young talent and old heads. Jarrod was so delighted to have made it back for the whole experience, the meet at the stadium, the coach journey, the hotel, the dinner the night before, the breakfast, the pre-game session. All of that he figured he would miss due to the trial, but somehow again the cards had fallen in his favour.
Aside from Peter running late and getting th
