From that day onwards, honestly, nothing went right. Every game we seemed to play a little bit worse. We kept drawing matches and then losing them. Even when we played well, we found a way of not winning. We gave up hope of promotion. The manager got sacked. A new manager got appointed, and things got worse. Without a single win this year, relegation now looked a possibility. The new manager became another ex-manager. An interim coach was appointed, a much-loved former player, and things looked up. I felt the curse of the pigeon lifting. And then on Saturday, the unthinkable happened. We won!