Borehamwood. An awayday to strike apathy deep into the heart of our away support. If you are going to miss one, this is it.

The town itself is a satellite packed with characterless outlets and utterly indifferent to their own football club, who don’t allow visiting fans into their bar.

However, this is becoming a season like no other. A full busload assembled at Ramsden Square and wended its way south with a visit to the altogether more enjoyable St Albans on the cards pre-match.

Much of the pub talk was of the good run Boreham Wood were on. Usually an aggressive ‘land of the giants’ style National League outfit, this year, their manager Luke Garrard has moulded them into a fast, attacking unit with a couple of handy strikers, some experienced midfielders and the well travelled Nathan Ashmore between the sticks. A difficult test.

And so it proved. We started well and the consistently excellent Josh Kay put us in front. It was a keenly contested tussle between two good sides but every Barrow fan worldwide held their collective breath as the vital Matty Platt went down injured.

However, as the game wore on, we found ourselves savouring an unusual taste of our own medicine.

Boreham Wood moved the ball crisply around the pitch as we looked leggy and a little punch drunk. It took our customary guts and character to keep them out, which eventually we failed to do as a clever clearance was worked wide, then the resultant cross tapped in.

Encouraged by an increasingly vocal home crowd, we were then very much under the cosh. A pivotal moment came when their usually excellent striker Kabongo Tshimanga blazed over from six yards out.

But teams that win leagues get something from days like this. And this side is made of sterner stuff. Indeed, we nearly staged a late heist of all three points when John Rooney rattled a free kick off the bar.

The mutual and genuine applause at the end between players and well over 200 away fans was tinged with relief, respect and no little delight, as news confirmed we had stretched another point clear of the chasing pack. Four points clear with two games in hand.

Ian Evatt was rightly generous with his praise of the opposition but also revealed that illness in camp had affected our customary intensity. All in all, a fantastic point. Onward.

* Today sees another full Bluebirds Trust bus making the fairly long trip to the Midlands and Solihull Moors.

The hosts appear to be somewhat out of sorts with various rumours of off-field disagreements.

However, money was again invested heavily in their squad with the likes of Paul McCallum up front and the talented Jamey Osborne continues to control their midfield.

They are a tough, tall niggly side and difficult to like. But they are usually good at what they do, which is pump balls skyward in a manner that must cause concern to the air traffic controllers at nearby Birmingham International Airport.

I’m sure Scott Quigley will also expect to renew acquaintances with their centre backs, who move in for a ‘cuddle’ at every given opportunity and prefer to referee the game themselves if allowed.

One of our bravest and best results last year was a win there and our record is reasonable at Damson Park in recent years, but it’s always a battle.

The prize is huge, as a win could send us seven points clear and land a psychological blow on our nearest rivals.

So, if you can slip out of work early, head south and join us on the terraces to support our brilliant side.

* The fact we already have numbers to run a bus from Barrow to Dover next Tuesday shows how far Barrow AFC have come as a team and the lengths we are prepared to go to support them up and down the country in their push for immortality.

Away games are often a fair trek and one favourite way of wasting time is verbal tussling over the music played at the back of the bus. Given the wide age range and strong opinions, consensus isn’t often achieved.

Requested songs on playlists will include everything from Joy Division to Steps. Black Sabbath will segue into Neil Diamond. Somewhere there has been a law passed by that a trip without an Oasis or Stone Roses track is anathema.

Dogged attempts to push Sleaford Mods have been met with disdain in the face of the ‘Cheese Hour’.

I have lost count of the times over the last decade Cascada has implored me to ‘Evacuate the Dancefloor’ and the Vengabus has been calling incessantly the length and breadth of the country for years. Heaven help us.

It’s all good fun and please do jump on the Bluebirds Buses as we charge towards the promised land. But headphones may come in handy!