At the behest of some friends I listened to the soundtrack from the new Broadway musical “Hamilton”.

I’m currently on my eighth spin listening to the album all the way through. I’m listening to it as I write this, as it happens.

It ticks off a lot of my personal checkboxes. Musicals, American history, representative diversity in popular media, redemption stories.

In retrospect it was almost inevitable that I’d get deep into this story.

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The centerpiece of the musical happens near the beginning of Act 1 with the song “My shot”.

Alexander Hamilton - portrayed by a Puerto Rican actor, the clearest example of how casting actors of colour as old dead white men deepens and expands the story - is selling himself to his newfound crew of friends and revolutionaries, and, in a broader sense, making a rousing statement of intent to plant his flag on the rolling plains of history.

“I am not throwing away my shot,
I am not throwing away my shot,
Hey yo I’m just like my country,
I’m young, scrappy, and hungry,
And I am not throwing away my shot.”

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Strip away the historical trappings of the story, the rapid-fire accounting of the American War of Independence from the colonies’ point of view, and you ultimately have a story of a young upstart from lowly beginnings who rose to prominence with little more than work ethic, a faint spark of talent, and an all-consuming ambition.

You probably know where I’m going with this.

Unbeaten in four games, level on points with teams in the play-offs, and it’s only November.

This might the best shot we’ve had at promotion since our debut in the Football League. Maybe Ardley should play the soundtrack in the dressing room.

“This is not a moment, it's the movement,
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went,
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand,
We roll like Moses, claimin' our Promised Land.”