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Diary - Tuesday 14 August 2012

14 August 2012

It is the first home game of the season, a day when all football fans should feel their hearts beating a bit faster and firmer. This frankly has your Middle-Aged Diary worried as I'm struggling to raise my enthusiasm (and that should worry you, as I have taken out a long-term tenancy on the Tuesday diary slot, so you may be in for some pretty dull reads unless I can buck myself up). No doubt it is the Olympics that has left the feeling that this August, even more than most, the football season starts too early and takes up too much sporting space.

It will pass, of course. It is like embarking on a new, long novel, not yet engaged with the characters and the sub-plots, tempted to put it down and take up something less challenging, but ultimately less rewarding. You look for early impressions, but they feel tentative, flimsy. What else to make of Rob Scott expressing his pleasure that Town scored on Saturday when they were playing well or Derek Niven (who will soon have his own identity, so the impulse to name him either David or Nimmo will fade) speculating on the value of the point we took at Southport? There is no form to guide us. We don't know how everything will take shape, and that is, when you come to think about it, actually quite exciting.