I sing a few lines of "We are Imps, we are Imps!" to my very patient wife who asks for a text with half-time update, though she hates football.Next a walk to Lincoln Castle Square where I meet my fellow upper Co-op season ticket pal. We walk down Steep Hill-one of the nicest streets in England-then straight on through the Stonebow etc where it becomes not quite so nice. A left turn and there we are: nervously optimistic. I miss this journey to the ground.