The excitement of our push for promotion is reaching fever pitch.

Emotions are up and down like a yo-yo in direct response to every point gained or lost, every goal scored or conceded.

We are making every save with Matt Gilks, we are making every tackle with the defence, we are making every defence-splitting pass with the midfield and we are scoring every chance with our lads up front.

If only we could be there to show the Wanderers that we are behind them, but they have to do it on their own with us left to shout and scream at TV monitors in our isolated state.

We needed to pick ourselves up after the Newport hiccup, as we faced the Sulphurites from Harrogate. On Grand National day, would we be at the races or would we turn into also-rans?

In a shocking first half, Harrogate were on fire. We did not turn up and we were fortunate that Harrogate were not out of sight by half-time.

The team talk and a change in tactics got us back into this game. We took our chances when they came along and got the valuable three points.

The important thing is we found some character and determination to turn it around.

I do not care what my neighbours think, I was shouting and cheering as Lloyd Isgrove and Eoin Doyle tucked those goals away and my fingernails got another trimming until the final whistle was blown.

Six more matches to go, six more challenges to overcome. We are back in the automatic promotion spots and need to stay there.

It is on to Salford, where in normal circumstances, we would have been packing it to the rafters. But we will all be there in spirit against a team that has not lost at home this season. I think it is time they did.