Had you told me a few years ago that I’d spend my Tuesday evening following a victory parade for a football team, I’d wonder which one of my bosses I’d p***ed off that week.
Had you added that I’d travelled four hours to Wrexham for the privilege and would be joined by tens of thousands of fans and two Hollywood actors, I'd have been convinced you were pulling my leg.
And yet, two unlikely new owners, a borrowed online streaming membership and a heartwarming underdog tale of a team rising from the ashes later, and there I was. And quite honestly, it’s the best Tuesday I’ve had in ages.
