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Diary - Monday 18 October 2004

18 October 2004

Between the hours of 1500 and 1645 on Saturday last there might have been knack all going on at Blundell Park, but it was an eventful afternoon for the Mariners' loaned-out quartet of Darren Mansaram, Greg Young, Graham Hockless and, er, that other one. Well, for some of them. While their elders and betters turned in one of the less memorable performances of Russell Slade's managership, Mazza continued to win friends and influence West Yorkshire with the fourth goal of his loan spell at Halifax, and Young made it two clean sheets out of two in his temporary switch to Northwich Victoria, who thumped Burton Albion 4-0. Hockless, meanwhile, played the full 90 as Leigh RMI (where Paul Crichton has also fetched up, incidentally, since his barney with the York fans) crashed 2-0 at Dagenham, but is probably still more popular than Mansaram in some sections of the Pontoon.

The Diary is uncertain as to whether Ashley Sestanovich, Michael Reddy and Andy Parkinson have managed to have children, but they've certainly been firing blanks on the football pitch recently, and tomorrow night's trip to Shrewsbury might see Colin Cramb and Clint Marcelle (or Marcel, if you're Town's official website) given an opportunity to show a bit of spunk up front. I can't believe I just wrote that. Reddy was substituted at half time during Saturday's Blundell Park stalemate against Bristol Rovers, having taken a bang on the head and sworn blind that the physio was holding up 29 fingers, while Slade introduces the potentially amusing theme of injury-related rhymes by explaining that his friend Stan "felt his calf in the second half". Further unconfirmed reports suggest that Jason Crowe has sprained his toe, Rob Jones has broken bones, and Justin Whittle is just plain brittle.

The Diary was sent an email on Thursday evening to suggest that Si Wilson watch the rugby league grand final at Old Nick's in Horncastle, which is "on the left coming in from Louth Road". Thank you for that, Sibbo, and it's a shame I didn't go and check my old address, which emails to the Diary are still forwarded to, in time to pass the information on to Si before the match took place on Saturday night. The irony of it all, of course, is that I'd have read it and forwarded it to Si first thing on Friday morning if he'd updated my Cod Almighty email forwarding several weeks ago when I asked him to. Cuh!