A Sunday service was how Wrexham co-owner Rob McElhenney billed Wrexham Women’s first-ever match at the Racecourse Ground. And for all the heavenly hyperbole football speak so often revels in, there was something inexpressibly spiritual about a congregation of 9,511 belting a triumphant Declan Swans serenade on Sunday afternoon.
The setting was more than appropriate for mass worship after Rosie Hughes’ ethereal late winner sealed Wrexham Women’s flawless regular season record in a 2-1 win over Connah’s Quay Nomads. So while there were more than seven billion other people doing something else on Sunday (why?), the entire world felt crammed into this one rickety old celestial space for a competitive game of women’s football.
This has not happened before - not at the Racecourse and not in Wales. But so much about the present-day Wrexham is prefaced with those words, an incredulous, smiling, bucket-hatted verbal caveat to the inconceivably red carpet luck that this town and club have found themselves swallowed by.
