Win. At the very most, 17 more wins will see us home as champions. We've not been in this position since 1988-89, that's a whole generation unused to consistency and ultimate victory. For the first time in many people's lives, we're on the verge of achieving something magnificent - with a very special team. And the best thing about it: we're not taking anything for granted. This season we're coming across as humble and honest and genuine. I have to say, it feels bloody good. We're still not getting the credit we deserve, but secretly, we don't care. We're still not as strong as blues and reading and, while we may care, I'd not swap a single one of ours for one of theirs. We're still regarded by many as a bunch of chokers, we may protest, but I reckon many of us are happy for it to continue - underestimate us at your peril. For years we've had it rammmed down our throats that we're fickle and undeserving of success, yet we've stuck with MM while our peers and neighbours have whinged and moaned and demanded change. From here on in, it's simple: more of the same, on and off the pitch. This has been the year that WWFC finally regained it's pride, it's up to us to carry it on. Halfway there. Those who attend - you lucky sods - get behind them, we can do it. Come on. *warning: drinking home brewed bia hoi on the penultimate evening of term may result in overly emotional posts. **saigonwolves is, in no way, taking anything for granted. There's still massive potential for disaster.