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It's Not Yeovil's Djeovil

22 October 2021

The title of this week’s BOTB diary is such an obscure music reference I’ll be astonished if anyone gets it. If you do, please put your answer on a postcard and send it to:

Ylvis “Yoghurt” Competition
c/o BOTB Diary
Cod Almighty
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Fleet Street
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The first correct entry picked out at random will win a lock of Gary Child's hair. I haven't got it yet, but I know where he lives and I own a jemmy and a pair of scissors.

I played football with Ashley Cole earlier this week. He's smaller than you expect but with avery athletic build. He looks more like a large action man than a small person. Very quick feet. Seemed a nice man. So there you go.

On another slightly random note, local folksinging royalty Bill Meek and John Conolly released an album called "Where the River Meets the Sea" in 2014. Bill is a lifelong GTFC fan, but when he wrote the song "John McAtee" and put it on the album he was clearly receiving messages from the future. "John McAtee, he had talent to spare" is one of the lines in the song. 2014. Gosh, eh? I mean, what's that all about?

In the absence of anything to complain about, I'm going for the premeditated moan strike. Someday this run of wins is going to end, we will lose at home to Piddlesbury Athletic in the drizzle and the fanzone will run out of gherkin souffle. What we have here is a honeymoon period, and like all honeymoons it should be enjoyed while it lasts. When things turn a little trickier - which they will - is when the character of the club and its fans shines through. I can already hear the voice of a disgruntled fan complaining that griddled crayfish and brie paninis won't win you three points on a Saturday. I can hear his voice because it's mine. But at the moment I am rightly drowned out by somewhere between 6-7,000 people giving it the full larynx at Blundell Park tomorrow as the in-form, top of the table Mighties take on Yeovil.

Yeovil seem to be one of the least predictable teams in the division, form-wise. Four of their nine games this season have seen at least one player sent off, or "Get his matching orders" as the pundits say. This is odd because I've never seen a sent-off player march back to the dugout. That would be great though, especially if they played Colonel Bogey over the intercom while he was doing it. Where was I? Oh yes, the high incidence of the red card rotters suggests to me they may be a physical team. Perhaps someone could watch the highlights of their games and confirm this. Not me, I've spent all my research grant already.

Plucky little Grimsby manager Paul Hurst has the best kind of selection dilemma for tomorrow, in that he has more than 11 players who are any good. This bodes well for the subs bench and the season generally. Who would you play at right back? I'm glad it isn't my decision.

Oh god, I can't take this anymore. I need something to complain about. How about the fact that all the funky new fanzone foods unveiled this week were all filled with meaty meat? I was chatting to Retro Diary yesterday and he was complaining about the lack of vegetarian options. "Are you sure there aren't any vegetarian options?" I pushed him. "I don't know," he replied. "I've never eaten at a football match." So there you have it, straight from the horses' mouth.

Anyhoo, that's the diary. And, unlike the fanzone food, it didn’t have much meat in it. Maybe next week something pants will happen and I can cut loose with the invective. Until then enjoy the match, enjoy the honeymoon, and enjoy the canapes.