with thanks to the Lincolnshire Echo

Still not there mathematically but it’s 99% certain now. The best season in the club’s history I reckon. Here goes with some more ‘not counting chickens’ focussed words!

Writing this post-AFC Wimbledon and pre-Reading, the Imps need a point to make sure of an automatic place in the Championship next season. Typing those very words ‘place in the Championship’ seems surreal, and few could deny that little Lincoln City have been the team, and the club, of the season in the EFL. 
Our Trust never stands still in looking how we can be a vibrant fans’ organisation, even in more conventional times. How we carry the supporters’ voice into the boardroom, how we contribute to fan engagement, what we do in the community…it’s all done with passion and ambition. This is going to be the case with knobs on next season as our membership grows and the challenges become tougher.
Speaking of challenges, a few of our Trust bods will have a very different one to overcome once that additional point has been gained.

On the evening of 3rd May 2025, after our last game of last season against Wrexham, a gang of us sauntered into town via a number of Imps-supporting hostelries.

Late on one of the more merry members of this band (me) wrote up a rudimentary legal contract complete with an appallingly poor image of the Lincoln Imp, saying that the undersigned would get an Imp tattoo if Lincoln City were promoted in a season 25-26. All five of us signed up. 

Minutes later then club chairman and current vice-chairman Clive Nates walked in. Like the fan-friendly legend he is, he willingly signed the scruffy but binding document.

As this season got underway, most Imps supporters would have been happy with a top half or maybe top ten finish in League One. Being close to a play-off spot in Spring 2026 would be phenomenal. Being realistic those involved in the tattoo wager were pretty darn sure we’d be safe from being inked, that’s for sure. 

And here we are top of the tree. Top with way more points than anyone else. And that gang of Trust people – and Clive too – from that night out nearly a year ago couldn’t be happier that being an Imp will forever be confirmed by having one inscribed somewhere on our person. 

Bring it on!