Jenny Sugarman’s Wrexham side has looked simply spectacular this season, and our 6-1 win at Pontypridd last Sunday was remarkably predictable. It wouldn’t be Wrexham if there wasn’t a small worry working away in the back of my mind, though.

We’ve grown to expect big wins from this team, and Ponty have been conceding five goals a game in the league this season. Promoted last season but promptly shorn of their outstanding manager and half the team, they’ve been having a rotten time of it.

We went top of the table after victory, albeit aided by the first and third sides kicking off later than us. Still, it shows what we’re about this season that we are right up there, mixing it with Cardiff City, who dominate the scene in Welsh women’s football.

Cardiff have won the title at a canter in the last few seasons: the side which halts them will be a remarkable outfit.

We fit the bill.

I’d go so far as to say that if we were more ruthless in front of goal, then we’d already have established a gap between us and The Bluebirds.

That’s certainly not meant as a slur towards Cardiff, who are as excellent as ever. However, we look special but with one crucial codicil: in all but two of our games so far this season I’ve come away wondering how we didn’t score more goals.

Yes, that includes last Sunday’s victory despite us racking up six away goals. It still has to be filed under “wasteful”.

So does the previous weekend’s 9-0 win against Llandudno. We’re scoring at a rate of more than four goals a game and have managed five or more goals in five of our ten matches so far this season. Yet I really feel the one thing we could improve upon is the goals scored column!

Obviously, this is because Sugarman has put together a terrific unit. Our forward play is magnificent, the quality of movement and passing bewildering for our opponents.

We even asked questions of Cardiff which they weren’t used to: I was fortunate enough to have our legendary goalkeeper Del Morgan as co-commentator in that match, and she suggested that City were in difficulty because in recent years nobody has had the temerity or the capability to attack them like we did.

We didn’t win it because Cardiff are champions. They dug deep and equalised Katie Barker’s opener with a late penalty. Indeed, they could have ended up winning the game in a breathless conclusion: Lizzie Craven pulled off two superb saves, although at the other end Barker went agonisingly closer to hitting a Wrexham winner.

That was one of the two games I referred to earlier, in which I didn’t come away feeling we’d not taken our chances. It was an intense clash, and afterwards people I know from Cardiff agreed it was the highest quality match we’d seen in the Adran Premier. We deserved to win it, but the game could have flipped on its head in those crazy last moments.

The other game in which our goals total was probably in line with our xG was the home derby win against cross-border rivals TNS. A 2-0 win was a fair reflection of a game which was testing, but which we deserved to win.

Last Sunday, in contrast, was utterly remarkable. I accept it’s a nice problem to have, but everyone present was bemused at how we only scored six goals!

A major factor was an absurd performance by Pontypridd goalkeeper Alysha Hawkins. She made save after save to repel us, to the extent that at one point, as she made yet another last-ditch intervention, I blurted out that she must hold some deep grudge against us. Why was she making us suffer so?

The dam burst eventually, but the truth is that until the 71^st minute we were only one goal ahead! Correction: we briefly opened a two-goal gap in the twentieth minute, but allowed United to strike back instantly from the kick-off.

It was the first goal we’d conceded in three games, and the first in open play in four and a half. That’s another reason for my confidence in this team.

They put a spring in my step, and to watch my team go at opponents like they do is a joy. They just need to ensure that, when the stakes are high and chances less easy to come across, they take their opportunities. Logic suggests that they will.

I often explain to people that the women’s team gives me permission to support two teams.

On Saturdays I get the thrill of anticipating how the exciting new side Phil Parkinson has fashioned will rise to its next challenge, as we scale heights no Wrexham fan has ever seen.

On Sundays the anticipation is more visceral: I can’t wait to see the superb quality we deliver. It’s thrilling to watch, devastating in its effect and often impossible to defend against. Just wait until we have one of those days where everything we hit seems to go in; someone’s going to take a horrible pasting!