We need to talk about Ben.

I’ve been making bold proclamations about Ben Foster, and then admitting I was wrong, for the last week; my wardrobe has a great deal more space in it as a result of all the hats I’ve had to eat.

When Rob Lainton was injured at Bromley and the rumours about Foster began to circulate, my line was clear: there’s no way he’s coming here. Furthermore, Lainton’s injury came shortly after it emerged that we’d made a cheeky offer to Foster in the Summer, which had been turned down.

How unfortunate to lose Lainton straight after that became common knowledge. The rumours of Foster returned would now be fuelled by the fact that we’d approached him and take on a new life.

I was keen to quash this ludicrous rumour at every opportunity, announcing loudly to anybody who would listen that there it was naïve, silly talk. There was no way Ben Foster would come back to Wrexham.

And then Ben Foster came back to Wrexham.

I looked a fool, but I refused to get carried away. In the face of mass hysteria over this remarkable transfer coup, I doubled down. Pouring cold water on the enthusiasm of everyone who raised the subject, I proclaimed that he was only signed as cover.

He’d retired, hadn’t played since May, and although he keeps himself fit, hadn’t actually been training either. Maybe, in a couple of weeks, when he’d played a couple of reserve games and got a solid block of training in, he might be ready for consideration, but he couldn’t just pick up where he left off. There was absolutely no way Ben Foster would start on Saturday.

And then Ben Foster started on Saturday.

The moral of the story is that I know nothing and anybody looking for the inside track from me is wasting their time. I used to know a bloke who’d constantly give me gossip from inside the club. I slowly came to realise that not only did none of his tales turn out to be correct, but that the exact opposite of what he told me usually turned out to be the case. I have now turned into that bloke.

In my defence, signing Foster is remarkable. He was playing in the Premier League last season, and just a few weeks ago Newcastle United tried to coax him out of retirement to play in the League Cup Final. They failed, and yet we succeeded!

It seems ludicrous, but then everything that happens around Wrexham AFC is tinged with fantasy these days. I should have known better: the world of the Wrexham fan has turned on its head, the cool heads and calm voices are regularly caught out as the sort of wild rumours which used to be correctly dismissed as fanciful turn out to be true.

It’s incredible. Your wildest dreams can become a reality as we pass through the looking glass into a world where only the most wonderful, lest likely events occur.

Whatever next? An attendance for the women’s team which is more than twice as large as any crowd in the Welsh men’s league’s history? Will Ferrell turning up for a match? A tour of the USA?

It’s great, isn’t it? Keep dreaming!