I'm on my own tonight, the old fella isn't as committed (or delusional as I) but he lends us his car so I'm about to head out to Chesterfield around 5pm or so straight out of work. Life won't be this easy when I head back to University in a couple of weeks.

Anyhow, just before I set out my mate Matt calls and he agrees to come with because "I've got fuck all else to do" Matt has been my friend for almost as long as I can remember, Our other friend Ryan has zero interest in football, and Matt is a Manchester United fan, occasionally he comes with to watch County when there's nothing else to do or we're playing a big team which will pique his interest.

"Well one thing is for sure," he says, as we make our way to Chesterfield "Is even if the game is shite, at least the drive has been worth it" He's right of course, the drive past Disley and New Mills is a family haunt of mine as my grandparents live in Disley and my Aunt and Uncle live in Chapel en le Frith. We keep going past Castleton, Sparrowpit and onwards through the Peak District towards Chatsworth, Baslow and Chesterfield.

Lovely, it's been absolutely lovely. Lush green fields, dry stone walls and hemlocks cottages and sunsets across vista's that make the heart sing. It really does make you glad to be alive and in such a gorgeous part of the world. It's natural on nights experienced as thus to enter a football ground and scream at the top of your lungs "You can stick that fucking spire up your arse!" which is exactly what I do as Chesterfield score on the hour and we're doomed. We can't score, and going out on the away goals. Chris Beaumont laid on the goal for them too, which is typical, He played for Stockport for years.....

But of course, how can we forget he excellent Billy Mercer........ not content with letting a header squirm under him at Edgeley. Paul Ware hits a shot from distance. Ok, the balls going at a fair clip, but it's a nice height for any keeper. Any keeper that is that can move faster than a rag and bone man which is why it settles in the net and we're bouncing along at 3-2 on aggregate.

Not to be outdone, an almost carbon copy of the goal in the first leg sees Andy Mutch score another header right under the body of Mercer........... I'm glad we're playing Chesterfield 4 times this season, So long as the keeper is Mercer, it should be 4 wins. so that's 2 wins in the cup, a few draws, slowly slowly we seem to be finding our feet. Although I know that if it weren't for a crap goalkeeper at their end, we'd probably be out of the League Cup at the first hurdle.......... instead we're through and yet still blissfully unaware of the journey that competition will take us too.