Cod Almighty | Diary

And the wind cries Grimsby

14 May 2026

War in a Babylon. And that's just in that London as highly paid MPs foment fake revolutions. And on Saturday (MPs don't work Saturdays) those right-leaning lot, the Gaza people, the Pakistanis, the Man City fans and the seven remaining Chelsea supporters all plan to descend on the capital shouting about it. Joskin folk like your Guest Diarist will plod on planting out winter brassica whilst mulling over how Town did the night before. Whatever the result I'm determined not to open up my heart to all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule.

Friday night - they say all the lights turn from green to red. The Town fans driving west, situations running through their heads. What will be the team now that a gaggle of long-injured players have all rocked up in training raring to go? Newly-crowned Community Champion Doug Tharme, the mercurial Icelander, the little sewing machine McEachran - these are all Town players we have loved and missed. Will they make the 18? Is one of them in possession of the key to the promotion highway? The breath is bated, the tenterhooks are on. The wait is agonising.

The 500 fans representing Town at the big showdown carry a huge responsibility. We will be at home, in pubs, clubs, straggled across the globe - all watching you. Let go your heart, let go your head and feel it now. The Town collective, the love we are giving you is never in doubt. Just believe that on Saturday we will be running wild and all the lights have changed from red to green. Ooh, green! Green! Is that a sign? Babylon here we come. See yer.