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Diary - Sunday 27 February 2005

27 February 2005

Well, if Town remembering yesterday how to pass a football doesn't warrant a quick Sunday Diary then I don't know what does.

If you didn't see the game and you've not read a report yet then you will be astonished to note not only the players' aforesaid recollection of the correct manner in which to convey an inflated sphere between themselves, but also the unexpected return of Terrell Forbes to his best pre-exoneration form, and... [pause for dramatic effect] ...Andy Parkinson brilliantly taking the ball past about five Yeovil players, without running into a single one of them, and hitting the thing into the goal and past the keeper, like on target and everything!

And here's a thing. Yeovil manager Gary Johnson apparently spoke at the post-match press conference about the palpable lift in the confidence of the Town players when the home support started, well, supporting them instead of booing when Terry Fleming fails to complete a pass. They may not have been his exact words, but that was the meaning all right. And what a meaning. Is there any chance we can keep it in mind up to and beyond the next home game, when Darlington come down on 19 March?

Speaking of, um, that part of the world, there's just about time for an email from Michael Shelton, currently exiled at the University of Durham, which "makes getting to home games not really an option," he reckons. Thank goodness for the internet, though, eh? "Luckily Mariners World means I can usually get commentary of the game (was it a penalty?)." You couldn't tell from the Ponny, Mikey... anyway... "Anyway, I went on the OS tonight to read the statistics from the game. According to the figures Town were caught offside 4 times, and committed 12 fouls, yet Yeovil had 18 free kicks. Now admittedly this isn't covered in my maths degree course, but I reckon something isn't right there." You're right, mate; Town only really committed about four fouls...

Get yer asses back here tomorrow lunchtime, then, when we will summarise your speculation as to the precise whereabouts of that unhealthy-looking nekkid lass in Grimsby and, now that the Mariners have remembered how to be any good, maybe even talk about football a bit as well. T'ra.