By STEVE HILL

In the third, and final, instalment of Steve Hill’s epic journey to complete the feted Card, our intrepid National League explorer reaches the final stretch
So there I was, on the train to Chester. “Is this your Everest?” asked a woman, with ten games to go.
In some ways, I suppose it is. The clothing may be different, and thanks to service station Scotch Eggs there’s more methane than oxygen, but the sense of achievement is comparable.
What began in the sunkissed foothills of Gateshead and Barrow in August continued through a bleak midwinter of Guis...