Over the last month, I've been regularly asked the same question: 'How are you coping now, with no football for weeks?' Well, I improved one of the seemingly endless Wrexham-free weekends that have stretched out before me by going to watch our Powerchair team play in Liverpool. Why hadn't I done so sooner? It was brilliant! Rob and Ryan's impact ranges so much further than the men's team. Powerchair is one of many club initiatives which have been supersized. Kerry Evans' terrific autobiography details startling examples of the transformation. When Rob and Ryan attended a practice session, it was assumed to be a brief photo opportunity. Of course, that was not the case. They stayed for a full session and loved it. I'm therefore embarrassed to admit how long it took me to go myself. Two sad moments and one of total joy gave me the push I needed. Two members of the powerchair side passed in the last year. Coincidentally, I knew them both. I knew Andrew Hickey for four decades. The gate on the old Mold Road stand, where I'd enter in my early commentary days, was also where the supporters in wheelchairs would gather before braving the elements under totally inadequate shelters, or no shelter at all, to watch Wrexham play. Andrew was always there and we'd regularly have feisty debates, usually on Brian Flynn's judgement in the transfer market! He embodied the committed fan's experience of football perfectly. Loyally backing the team, having pedantic conversations with guys you wouldn't have met if it wasn't for your shared passion for the game, is exactly what it's all about. The other player who passed away was Jamie Wiffen, a wonderful young man who I was fortunate enough to teach for five years. A true enthusiast with a permanent smile which encapsulated his personality, I'd not seen him again until about a year ago, when I bumped into him at a game and realised he was a regular at matches and for the Powerchair team. The happiest circumstance which led me to Liverpool on a Sunday morning was meeting three of the powerchair team before the Middlesbrough game; when they invited me to their final game of the season, I was hardly going to refuse! So, off I went to Greenbank Academy, favourably located in a beautifully green part of South Liverpool. Powerchair is played over two halves of 20 minutes each on a basketball court, and a whole day's schedule was arranged for a selection of teams ranging from Manchester City to the local team. First, we faced Southport and instantly took control. However, pressure didn't yield an opener and midway through the first half a transition left them one-on-one with our goalkeeper. Fortunately, that goalkeeper was our captain, Caio Jones, whose poise, drive and strength reminds me of Gareth Davis, my first Wrexham captain. He made the save; we went straight up the other end and scored! It was a pivotal moment. Caiden Crouch helped himself to a couple, Matthew Palamarczuk was stretching Southport down the sides. Only some excellent goalkeeping restricted us to a 7-0 win. Our second opponents, Altrincham, were clearly stiffer opposition, but the wonderful thing about following any Wrexham team these days is we find a way to win! Alty's captain was outstanding, but his influence was curtailed when the excellent Will Rees started to cross his path. Rees had scored a couple in the first match; his defensive work was decisive in the second. His duel with Altrincham's star man saw them constant