Cod Almighty | Diary

Short and sour

20 April 2022

As the Grimsby Telegraph's sub-editor puts it, after six points over Easter the Mariners can stop looking over their shoulders. Just one shoulder left to look at: John McAtee's. No news.

An obsession with a single player's body part used to be the staple of World Cup build-ups. McAtee has reached Bryan Robson or Paul Gascoigne status, at least in North-East Lincolnshire. If BBC Humberside don't have a reporter reporting on the hour from every imaginable sporting clinic, what do we pay our licence fee for?

Tonight, Grimsby Town Women play Cleethorpes Town Ladies at the Linden Club. We trust the official site will also get around to letting us know the result sometime tomorrow, but just in case, go along yourself and enjoy the game. [Or not - the game was postponed just after we published this diary - ed]

And on Saturday Grimsby Town blokes play Torquay United gentlemen, with ticket offers enabling you to sit in the Osmond or the Red Zone. There's a joke to be had about a Reds zone, for those glory hunters who occasionally deign to show an interest in their local team. Perhaps erect a mobile mast in the corner between the Main Stand and the Osmond and stick them all in there. They won't mind not being able to see the play if they can keep checking the Premier League scores.

It's a joke Middle-Aged Diary is just about allowed to make it as I'm a frequent presence at Trafford, my local club, even if I do have to make sure my phone is fully charged to cope with all the Town score-checking.

That's yor lot. I would say if you want more, check out Tony Butcher's King's Lynn report, or you may want to take his advice that it's a game best obliterated from memory.

Bye