Peak pleasures tempt Martin Warrillow to follow the Lambs...
Cup runs make strange bedfellows. You get the diehards like the 500 Tamworth fans who went to Hartlepool. You get those who go to home games, but do two away trips all season.
Then you get the new recruits who don't know Steve Melton from Scott Bevan, but bought every Tamworth-branded item on offer four days before the game.
Then there's me. I've been watching Tamworth for 20 years, I've missed one home league game all season, but this was my first match in this run of League teams.
I thought going to Bournemouth was an expensive way of seeing us lose 6-0. I couldn't go to Hartlepool as I had previously promised my wife that we would go to the CBSO's Christmas concert.
So I considered hiding in a cave this weekend, in case my presence ended Tamworth's good fortune, but the lure of the Peak District's best pubs swung it.
Thus it was that Coach 25 arrived at the Britannia via the Yew Tree at Cauldon - seek it out - and miles of shopping traffic. Didn't these people know there was a game on?
The footballing folk of Stoke didn't; acres of empty red seats testified to apathy and a club seemingly on the verge of civil war.
The Tamworth end, on the other hand, was a sea of red, white and yellow. One risk was getting stuck with the new recruits, who don't know the players, the songs, or possibly whether they are watching football or rugby. It wasn't hard to locate the occupants of the shed at The Lamb, however; the chants of "Mark Cooper's Barmy Army - we hate Burton Albion" saw to that.
The game? It was dreadful. Stoke were woeful and with Matt 'Tank' Redmile in top form in the centre of defence, Bevan had little to do in goal.
But after too much injury-time, Stoke were booed off, and the Lambs were roared off amid much hugging.