We are truly in the eye of the storm, but I’m filled with excitement with a tinge of regret at my decision to face the second onslaught. It’s 9.30pm in Wrexham town centre on a Monday night, and I’m sitting in a fairly quiet bar area of the Rockin’ Chair. 9pm is usually the time I’d be contemplating going to bed. The tinge of regret comes from the 5.30a…