Earlier this month, my team, Cambridge United, faced Wrexham in an English Football League One fixture.
Not long ago, Wrexham AFC was a struggling non-league team, but now they are close to getting into the Championship. For Wrexham, it would be their third successive promotion, whereas Cambridge United is heading to League Two. The odds were against us.
I went into the game with a mix of excitement and anticipation, knowing that in football, anything can happen. This might be the last chance this season to meet my fellow Welshmen, and the final opportunity to compete against a young Christian friend at the heart of AFC Wrexham.
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