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Diary - Friday 3 December 2004

3 December 2004

Ah, hello again, everyone. Miles here. I wasn't expecting to have to do this, so I feel a bit like I've just answered the door half way through getting dressed for work. Give me a nudge if you notice my flies are undone, won't you.

I've got that Crunchie feeling, so I guess it must be Friday. Either that or I forgot to change my grundies this week. If it's Friday, that means I can rattle on about team news for a bit for tomorrow's match against... hang on... what? There's no league match tomorrow? Oh, right, it's the FA Cup, I see. So who have we got in this round...? Did we...? Oh yeah - Exeter. Damn. Um... excuse me while I drum my fingers on the desk for a while.

Ah - here's something: with Forbes free and Rambo recovering, young Greg Young is once again putting 31 clean pairs of pants and white ankle socks into his suitcase and jumping on the next train to Northwich to begin another one-month loan with the Vics.

There won't be an empty bit of bench for long, though, if the Sladester has got anything to do with it, as he is currently talking to an unnamed manager about bringing an unnamed striker on loan to Cleethorpes. So, if they're both unnamed, I can presume that they're related. In which case, it must be Harry Redknapp about Jamie. Or Frank Lampard about Frank junior. Or Alan Buckley about Adam. Except none of them are strikers. And they all have names. What's that? Shut up, Miles? OK.

Very much not unnamed at the moment is Terrell Forbes. A postscript to the above vague teaser of a story tells us that today is the day the extremely named player is expected to put his much-used name on a contract for an as yet unnamed length of time.

In other news from other clubs, good old Keith Alexander has been not un-not unnamed manager of the month for November. Well done Keefer.

Finally, in my googlescrape of the interweb, comes this from a Grimsby news site: "Public education is required to control these animals and co-existence is a better alternative than trapping and killing them." It's about urban coyotes in Grimsby, Ontario, of course, and not Burberry wearers in Grimsby, Lincolnshire. Of whom the opposite view is held. Well, that's it for now. Have a good weekend, everyone, and I hope that the strange empty feeling tomorrow at 4:45pm isn't too unbearable. Bye!