The Bristol Post Blog has published an article written by Martin Bull, a Bristol Rovers supporter, which looks at Hereford FC's first season and their motto which has passed to them from Hereford United.
And if anyone knows about falling and rising it must be Hereford. I have a soft spot for them, not just due to their nickname being my surname, and being a local club trying to survive in a rural area, but also as a consequence of a couple of wonderful visits there in recent years, one of which was in League One just seven seasons ago.
Hereford fans must have been in dream land in the mid-1970s as three promotions in five seasons saw them catapulted from non-league to the second tier for a solitary season. A double relegation dumped them back to the bottom tier but at least they were a Football League team, and they held onto that status for 19 more seasons.
They now play in the ninth tier, the Midland Football League Premier Division, alongside a plethora of delightfully named teams, including Quorn (Leicestershire, not a fungus), Coventry Sphinx, Shepshed Dynamo (where Gerry Francis found Devon White playing, when named Shepshed Charterhouse), Continental Star, Dunkirk (Nottingham, not a French team trying to infiltrate our leagues), and Sporting Khalsa, the highest ranked Sikh club in Britain.
I almost expected Michael Palin's Barnstoneworth United to be on that list.
Whilst the prospect of an away game at Bardon Hill (population 26) may not be able to compete against the memory of the famous 1972 FA Cup Third Round defeat of Newcastle United which is re-run every year as a reminder of one of the biggest ever shocks in the oldest cup competition in the world, at least their loyal supporters still have a club, which is healthier than it looked in 2014 when their 90 years of existence ended in liquidation.