It is bound to be probably the most nerve-racking of afternoons on Saturday as the battle to see who stays in the Football League reaches its climax.
Barnet are at home to Port Vale, whilst Lincoln, who are the only other side the Bees can catch up with on the final day of the season, also have a home match against Aldershot.
The formula to survival is simple. Barnet have to win to stay up, and hope that Lincoln either lose or draw. It’s going to be very tense, but we just have to wait and see what happens.
I wasn’t with the Barnet faithful up at Accrington Stanley last Saturday. Instead, I was spying on Lincoln City’s game at Oxford United.
In the first half it was as though Oxford were allowing Lincoln the three points, in hope for Barnet getting relegated. Thankfully, their performance was far better in the second half and they came back from a goal down to win the match.
I’m telling you, I must have been the biggest Oxford fan in the stadium. It was truly horrible at times. The Lincoln fans must have had their spy at Accrington watching our progress. They seemed to know that Accrington had scored even before the goals had flashed up on Sky Sports News and the BBC website! At one point in the afternoon, results were looking so bad for Barnet because as it stood, the Bees were down to endure the obligatory Tuesday night trips at Barrow, and Gateshead. With the exception of Lincoln, every score you didn’t want to happen happened! Hereford got a good result at home against Bradford, Northampton beat Stevenage and Burton managed to get a decent point away at Southend!
It was a complete and utter nightmare. Instead of having two or three teams we could catch up with, we only have the one. That defeat at Accrington might just be the penultimate nail in the coffin for Barnet. We have to rely on Aldershot. Knowing Barnet’s luck, they will win, but so will Lincoln at the same time. I have been supporting Barnet for long enough to be able to tell that that seems to always be the case with the Bees.
We just have to wait and see. At 5pm on Saturday, we supporters could be jubilant, or alternatively we could be inconsolable.
What will be, will be.