Cod Almighty | Diary

Fisticuffs for breakfast

9 April 2014

Well, things are certainly hotting up, aren't they? Last night your London diary sat in his living room with the wireless (wifi) on, JT's and AB's lyrical voices in full flow and coffee in hand. The coffee came in handy for the first 60 minutes but then, by 'eck, it didn't half kick off. Woowee! Conference football wooweewoo! Grab me some tissues. 

It took 84 minutes before the deadlock was broken with Woking netting first and then BP kicked right off. We scored. They scored. We got a penalty and scored again. How's that for a 10-minute spell? What's that? You want more? How about live dugout fighting? You're welcome – it's all part of the Skrill package. Other teams below us lost last night too, which is good, but we need to be looking up, not down.

Some might say this is a point gained, some might say it's two points lost, some might even say it's a point lost, and if you're in that last group then sweet Moses help you. Your LD thinks that a point is better than a kick in the groin, so stop moaning. The boss man had was very clear in his interview last night about what he thought. I'm sure you've all heard it, but if not, have a listen. I love the fact that he didn't watch the penalty – those are the actions of a man who is probably more nervous than the one taking the spot-kick.

Should LJL have taken the pen? Absobloodylutely. That's my say on the matter. He's a striker who clearly wants to score goals, regardless of how many goals he has scored this year. Every footballer wants to score goals, don't they?

Terry Butcher was also at Blundell Park last night watching the game. Some say that he came to have a gander at CJ (Connor Jennings), but I have it on good authority that he actually came for the atmosphere. What a guy. Anyway, we have another game tomorrow, so let's get down to Dartford and make some noise. UTM!