The Embarrassment of Riches.

Rarely has Impdom greeted the start of a new season in such a positive fashion. With The Lord of The Imps at the helm, a side that screams goals and a communal belief; we are indeed riders at the gates of dawn. For this will surely be a season that will pass into folklore hereabouts. One that we can tell our grandchildren about. One that will make even the mighty Graham Taylor smile. One that will put us on the map.

I look at the papers, the national ones outside of Lincolnshire. Yes they are doing their token League Two paragraphs again. Yet no one fancies us. Many see us as seventh or eighth at best. Few have bothered to dig for the Aladdin`s cave of treasure right under their noses. But perhaps that is no bad thing. After all he who laughs last laughs longest.

We have a rearguard for a start. The pedigree is certainly there in Sinclair and Kovacs. Green and Brown offer wingback possibilities. The strength in depth is certainly there too, with Giddings being released on Friday along with Warlow on loan. Our midfield musketeers will blow all away this season. The Sincil symphony of Frecklington, N`Guessan and Kerr are joined by the full Oakes overture. In Kerr we have the art of containment. In Lee Frecklington we have a pirouette that would get him into the Royal School of ballet. We also have two other additions, Lenell John Lewis and King, two lads who literally have the footballing world at their feet. Their attitude is bettered only by some sensationally silky skills.

They will of course only carve open defences left unpeeled by the stupendous Stefan Oakes. The man carries a set of golf clubs in his left leg and has a bionic eye that sees all. Ladies should beware for he has a mesmerising effect on football stadiums as he finds the spot every time from forty yards. It`s like being Homer Simpson with a credit line from Dominoes Pizza and all the chocolate and beer you can consume delivered at dawn.

Then we have firepower in Big Ben Wright, Gall, Graham, King, Dany or Lenell J-L. Jacko is even aiming to add a Romanian goal machine named Patulea to that too. This is a team, the side that Jacko built. It is a balanced team, it has a spine and it has the spirit of the Lord of the Imps to guide it. For this is a fantastic man. He has awoken a City that once beat the likes of Manchester United and Liverpool. A proud beautiful City that craves success, led by a down to earth bloke who lights up the room, the team the City and the County.

And this truly unique human being is the one to lead us.
The Chosen one
The Lord Of The Imps
He who shall reign supreme in May.

On behalf of the Fans thanks for the Embarrassment of riches Peter.
E I E I E I O,
Up the football league we go
When we get promoted this is what we`ll sing
We are Lincoln, we are Lincoln
LOTI is our king.