And just like that, Wrexham’s 15-year purgatory in footballing anguish – better known by its official name, the National League – is over; the ear-splitting din reverberating down a teeming Mold Road announcing to the universe the christening of the third oldest club in the world as League Two newbies has officially passed.
You would have been forgiven if during all the Welsh bucket-hatted bonhomie you never noticed the usual wet towels thrown by their scowling critics. Jealousy is a cruel mistress, a popular anthem of which has ostensibly come to be a pithy suggestion to Wrexham fans to stick one of their co-owners up their backsides to the tune of SteveSongs’ ‘She’ll Be Coming Around the Mountain’.
Never underestimate football fans’ proclivity for cleverly vicious remixes on children’s classics, nor the extent to which unfettered envy can seep into the drooling psyches of supporters, transcending leagues and commandeering media headlines around the globe when actual good owners are involved.
