Cod Almighty | Diary

100 per cent Blade for a day

10 March 2014

Still in a stew about Saturday? Permanently pickled by penalty poppycock? This season there's always tomorrow. Hello, my name is Special Bonus Diary and I'm not a shopaholic. You won't find me in B&Q when Town are playing a competitive football fixture, oh no. And you won't find me in the kitchen at parties either. I'd have to go to a party first. A promotion party in the middle of May may be our next date. We should coco as our season goes plop, very slowly.

So, your super soaraway Saturday fun: while Town were trotting around waiting for Macc Lads to miss, Jennings took his chance in most un-Town-like fashion. And then it went a little bit woo, a little bit wahey. Who never touched the boy who fell? Why, it was Winn causing the manager-formerly-known-as-Shorty to whine. Your SBD was ten of your English yards away – Jennings simply remembered to fall a little bit too late. So who touched the boy who never fell? I was one hundred yards away and the referee and linesman simply forgot who did it. If in doubt, book Pearson. Kerr's post-match panhandling of Thomas leads the ladies and gentlemen of the jury to conclude that Aswad erred.

Shall we stop moaning and bemoaning and just score more goals than the opposition? There's always tomorrow; there always is, this season.

With the FA Cup devalued even further by a cacophony of Hullabalooing, there's precious little to divert us from Britain's longest-running footballing farce. Champion fish finger bap in Leek, though. Always take the positives, John. Let's be bullish about Hereford.

What do you mean I'm talking bullish? Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, it's just another day.