Cod Almighty | Diary

My thirst for Hurst

2 April 2014

We're good again, apparently. After a few weeks of playing badly and winning, then playing well and losing, last night we played well and won. Like a proper football team. What is a proper football team? Who knows? Either way, let's just all sit down and relax. I couldn't make the game last night because of loads of reasons that make me look like I'm important (when in fact Wrexham is miles away from London Diary's home in London) but various texts/tweets/pigeons alluded to the fact that we played well last night.

I'm not bothered how we win now – Christ, Steve Croudson could score from a throw-in and I'll not bat an eyelid. As long as we get three points and carry on climbing up that table, I really don't care. Speaking of weird goals, it got me thinking: what was the most ridiculous goal you ever saw Town score? Tweet/email us your answers. Let's not talk about most ridiculous goals conceded – we could be here all night. At the moment, my money is on Joe Colbeck's goal from that corner on Boxing Day 2012. I still well up thinking about that little beaut.

Actually, saying I don't care who scored is a little bit of a lie. There's no denying I like Alex Rodman. I like his commitment on the pitch, the way he talks off pitch, but most of all, his hair. It would been quite nice to see Rodders score last night and continue to claim the Mariners' faithful hearts but as long as someone sticks them in, who cares. He does have such nice hair though.

Squad rotation was clearly in evidence last night with four changes to the line-up that started on Saturday. I saw a few tweets last night when the squad was announced with the usual "FFS Hurst, if it ain't broke don't fix it'. I'm not going to lie: I questioned why so many changes too. But then at the final whistle I realised there was a reason why I was in my pants at home shouting at the TV while watching Inside Manchester City (I bloody hate modern money football. That show could have been advert-length 'we were shit, then we got bought by an owner with shitloads of money and now we win things') and why Paul Hurst was where he is. Bloody good on you, boss. UTM!