A few months later than planned, and a few dozen degrees higher, the impish party bus rolled into town, ready to collect their Checkatrade Trophy, and perhaps ram their status as no-nonsense lower league extraordinaires down the throats of catatonic giant Coventry City – in a stadium about as far from the non-league lean-tos of Lincoln’s yesterseason as it’s possible to get in this abscess of a division.
With fame earned predominantly through their masterful cup runs, the Cowley brothers – who sometimes seem more like cult leaders, so glowing is the aura of infatuation that now follows them around – have transferred their form into the leagues, and a unimaginable back-to-back promotion (translation possibly required for Coventry fans: that means twice, in two consecutive seasons) is very much on the cards.
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