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Diary - Wednesday 9 May 2007

9 May 2007

Cor, blimey - is it Wednesday already? That certainly was the weekend that was. What with an epic day out at Shrewsbury and long-in-to-the-night merrymaking at the demise of the evil crooks at Boston, there was plenty to celebrate alright. The Cod Almighty crew had a curry and a quiz. Then they watched match of the day with the sound down (so they could hear the cows mooing outside). Then they went to bed. Crazy times indeed. By the way, your Guest Diarist is here today because Mr Diary's computer has gone kerplunk. And no-one was here earlier this week because we couldn't be arsed. So now you know, gentle reader.

A fantastic game to end the season, and I beg to differ with Andy Lombard's (otherwise excellent) match report in so far as the man of the match was most definitely Barnes. One of his saves was in the as-good-as-you-will-ever-see category, and Barnes' initiative in coming up for that final pair of corners will stick in the mind for a long, long time. The only tiny cloud on Saturday's horizon was the muffled cheer that went up at the announcement of the Man U-fuckin'-nited result. This was also heard at the last home game and represents a dispiriting trend. In fact reading out Premiership scores should be outlawed at Football League grounds.

And while I'm astride this high horse, gentle reader, so should multi-ball. Multi-ball is the practise of home biased ball boys choosing whether or not to let players take a quick throw in. A system wide open to flagrant abuse and more or less completely out of the control of the match officials. It should only be allowed to be used with the consent of both managers, don't you reckon? The match Sat'day was yet another perfect example of why a draw can be a good thing. Honours even, plenty of goals and two sets of happy fans applauding each other. So don't mention the Premiership, use only one ball and enjoy a good draw. Got it?

At least there are tiny nuggets of news to report today. Like Justin Whittle getting player of the year, with Danny North easily beating the outrageously heterosexual Peter Bore to grab young player of the year. I told you Bore was wrong not to go for the pink vote. The slackers that read and write Cod Almighty just couldn't get it together to have their own award, but I for one can't argue with that pair of results. And they'll both be still around next season. In fact that was the biggest vibe coming away from the last game of the season - how up everyone is about the next campaign. We have the nucleus of a squad already and the young lads in it are improving in leaps and bounds under the munificent gaze of the almighty Lord Buckley. What better feeling, eh? Good young players coming through the youth system - I love it. Who needs Georges Santos or prats like Sestanovich when we have Ryan Bennett? Bennett acquitted himself admirably on Saturday and looks like a professional footballer. My case is rested.

So pray to your god that the Conference do the right thing today and have nothing to do with the likes of Boston. But don't hold your breath because the cheating, squirming wriggling bastards will no doubt survive to fight another campaign. For an up-to-the-minute and frighteningly accurate summation of what the crooks at Boston are up to just click here. Boston are like ground elder - spray is the only solution. And on that gardening note I will leave yer til Friday. See yer.