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Diary - Tuesday 18 April 2006

18 April 2006

Russ and Grezz weren't paying enough attention when they were reading last Tuesday's diary, so this old Reserve Trialist gets another go. I intend to create three perfect sentences, then make four howling spelling errors near the end, thus maintaining the team's record. No, I've no idea what I'm talking about, either.

Reports from the Cod Almighty staff who attended yesterday's match seem to echo Rustle Slayed's sentiments that the team were at their best for yesterday's nil-nil with Orient. Ooh, I'd like to hear Michael Howard say 'nil-nil'. Anyway, for further corroboration of Town's good performance from our very own Tony Butcher, watch this space.

No Mick Reddy yesterday, of course, since Russ is nursing him along to the end of the season. I know the feeling - it once took me three hours to get from Lincoln to Market Rasen in my Mini, a hole in the radiator and a dodgy battery causing me to stop every few miles for a rest. I got there in the end, if it's any consolation to you, readers, without having to go through some crazy roadworks version of the play-offs.

If I stretch that metaphor any further it will snap, so let's have some plain English: it's that time of year for Town fans everywhere to dust off their slide-rules. Three matches left, one point from automatic promotion... it's very exciting, isn't it. I imagine many of you will have been looking not only at Town's remaining fixtures, but those of our rivals as well...

Carlisle are as good as up; Northampton have the easiest of run-ins, plus a trip to Cleethorpes at the last; Town... well, you know about us; while Leyton Orient have Lincoln and Peterborough to contend with - the two teams scrapping over the last play-off place. You've been through all the permutations in your head already, though, haven't you. Shall I stop?

So, as the final whistle blows on this reserve diary... Russ, how did I do?