I’m trying very, very hard not to get my hopes up.

It’s not working very well.

Since they got back to the Football League I’ve approached every AFC Wimbledon season with modest expectations.

“Don’t get relegated.”

Solid mid-table finishes were fine by me. Gave me less to worry about in April. But basically all I cared about was staying up.

Relegation kept me up at night. Gave me nightmares in my sleep.

The period of time between the 64th and 72nd minutes against Fleetwood Town three years ago were some of the worst eight minutes of my life (and I don’t say that lightly).

So, my expectations have always been pretty modest. Good league positions and good runs in a cup were always nice, but as long as we stayed up I was happy.

But here we are. Four games left. In the play-off. Four points clear of eighth. A game in hand. Relatively modest competition to close things out.

There’s a legitimate chance that AFC Wimbledon could be playing League One football next season. And I’m left rather unsure how to feel.

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This isn’t a conflict, as such. I don’t think promotion would hurt us (I can’t imagine anyone actually thinking that, save for perhaps the grousers and malcontents that sometimes frequent the comment sections).

This is all just so… new.

And if I’m being honest, I’m afraid to get too carried away. In case it doesn’t work out. I want it to be okay if it doesn’t happen.

I just also really, *really* want it to happen.

So. Here we are. Orient. Pompey. Stevenage. Newport.

I don’t know where we’ll be when I write again here in a week. But I think it’ll be OK.

At least we don’t have to worry about relegation.