Wycombe high!

WHERE did that come from?
Just when we Gasheads were ready to lock ourselves in a dark room and not come out until the end of the season our beloved football team go and do something extraordinary.
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No sooner have we been knocked out of the FA Cup by mighty non-league Darlington, losing our star striker Good Will Hoskins in the process, but we produce a goalfest of an away performance that had me checking and double checking the TV channels to make sure I had read it right.
Jo Kuffour who, until recently, looked like a dog chasing his tail rather than a prolific striker, suddenly found his shooting boots with his first-ever hat-trick, the much maligned Chris Lines scored an immaculate solo effort, Jeff Hughes smashed in a penalty and at the very end our young winger Ben Swallow came on to strike a screamer from 25 yards.
Oh happy days.
Wycombe beaten and we march on.
Of course, it's only in the Paint Pot trophy.
But a win is a win . . . and in our promotion season it was this same competition that launched us on a triumphant march all the way to two big finals.
That year we were the only team other than Chelsea to play at both Cardiff's Millennium Stadium and the new Wembley in the same year.
And though we lost a thrilling Paint Pot final 3-2 to Doncaster in front of 25,000 of our fans in Cardiff it gave us the belief to go on and secure a League Two play-off final day out and, ultimately, promotion to our current level.
So, all hail the Paint Pot.
I don't want to sound like a cliched football manager, but to be honest I would trade that result for three points in the league this weekend.
We certainly owe Orient one.
In the crest of our slump last season we were beaten 5-0 by them at Brisbane Road and it was, by all accounts, a completely abject performance.
Despite that, they went on to sack their manager - it seems to be a familiar theme. Rovers get beaten heavily, opposition give THEIR boss the boot.
Still, I will keep faith with our man in charge, Paul Trollope, for the moment.
And hope that he can inspire my beloved Gas to another fine win tomorrow.