A fraught bus journey into work today.

Just one game, but it was the FA Cup tie against Cambridge City. An easy game, so I rested Woods and Connell, who weren’t at peak fitness in the run up to the game. Connell especially has been getting tired lately, so I thought the rest might do him good. (If not, I’ll have to put him on fitness training for a while.) Put Goodwin in for Woods, who I think is the only player I’ve signed who has actually played in the team.

I’m trying not to blame him for the fact that Cambridge City went 1-0 up almost immediately, as I’ve got no proof it was his fault. I’m also trying not to blame for the fact that after we equalised they went ahead ahead again half way through the first half.

I took him off at half time and we ended up winning 5-2, much to my relief. Can I lay the early trouble at Goodwin’s door, or is it just a case of Cambridge City coming out fighting but not having the legs to see the game through?

Anyway, we’ve been drawn against Bristol Rovers in round two who, like us, are jostling for space at the top of the League Two table. I’ve got a decision to make – do I concentrate on the FA Cup or the league? League does make more sense. We’re not going to win the cup, so getting through another round or two would be ultimately meaningless. But there’s something about the cup that fires the imagination. Maybe it’s just that each match is so meaningful, unlike the league where the odd defeat can be shrugged off. I’m not sure. Maybe I should treat the next cup tie as a normal match, with no special preparations at all.

I shall ponder.