First few paragraphs summed up yesterday for me. A glorious day for football. The sun was out, everything was sparkling, t shirt only for the first time this year, a couple of pints pre match to whet the whistle. Good spirits, the final push for promotion. The theatre props were all in place for the feature performance and , well, it was more like a community centre panto than a west end production. What we are about to achieve, and I'm confident, is nothing short of spectacular! AFCB achieving a second promotion to the PL is , when put into perspective, an astonishing achievement that many clubs would give their right hand for. Yet....celebrations at the end were muted, the stands emptied quickly rather than hanging around applauding the players for taking another small step towards promotion and the general mutterings of those walking out were those of frustration. Previous promotion songs were the Match of the day theme, The Reds are going up, E-I-E-I-E-I-O, up the football league we go, when we get promotion, this is what we'll sing, we are Bournemouth, we are Bournemouth, Eddie is our king, to name a few. Nothing yesterday apart from some half hearted Scotty Parker's barmy army and ' we've got super Scotty Parker . The place should've been buzzing yesterday but it was just all too familiar. Parker is taking us up but via a rather slow tour of the Museum of the history of Knitting rather than via a weekend Lads bender at Alton Towers!