AFTER a poor run of one victory in the past 12 games, Mark Cooper’s Town side have picked up two important wins in the space of just four days.

Now four points behind sixth place, is it realistic to dream about our season ending in the play-off final at Wembley Stadium in May?

In my experience you can’t rule out anything, especially with Swindon Town.

But we would have to do something we haven’t been able to do all season – be consistent.

The last time Town won two league games in a row was last October.

It’s a damning statistic, made even more troubling when you see that Sheffield Utd, Brentford and Rotherham all are yet to visit the County Ground. The Blades, – the FA Cup semi finalists – visit on Saturday.

Despite the evidence in front of us, being a fan is still all about having belief.

I’ve been a Town fan since I was nine years old, I went with my dad, uncle and brother to every home game growing up, I was even a ball boy in the late 1990s.

Swindon Town is part of our family.

If they won the mood in the house was a good one, but if we lost it could be pretty sour.

The game can dictate your life in ways you don’t even notice.

Swindon Town isn’t a glamorous side to support – when I was growing up, my Mizuno Town shirt wasn’t the trendsetter I thought it might be.

But despite the laughs and the ribbing, you still support your team, and the strange thing is, it’s never even crossed my mind to turn away.

To really enjoy football you need to watch it live and not let Match of the Day become your season ticket.

If you support one of the top four sides in the Premier League, or Man Utd, and you maybe see one game a season, I implore you to make your way to the County Ground.

I understand it’s not a cheap day out, but it’s the only way to experience the game the way it was intended, to support your local side.

When your team concedes a last-minute goal that costs you the game, it does hurt that bit more.

But when Paul Bodin scores the winning penalty at Wembley that earns promotion, or Aden Flint scoring in the 94th minute in a play-off semi-final, that’s a feeling you never forget.