In an ideal world, the 906 incredible souls who travelled 230 miles to Rochdale and back would be treated to a festival of football. After all, they equated for almost a third of the crowd at the Crown Oil Arena, writes Dave Gooderham.
My first column of the season three weeks ago talked of a road ahead of hope rather than a cul-de-sac of apathy leading us back to where we always seemingly start. Do I still stand by that statement? You bet I do!