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Diary - Thursday 27 October 2005

27 October 2005

For the second successive round of the League Cup, the Mariners find themselves all over the back pages the next day, and this time it's for an even better reason than beating Tottenham: pissing off Alan Shearer. The multi-millionaire son of a sheet metal worker went public after last night's kickabout with his moral outrage at receiving close attention from the elbow of Justin Whittle, telling reporters: "I just wanted to go out there and do him, because he did me," and curiously neglecting to mention the earlier incident in which the notoriously dirty Shearer had already 'done' the GTFC captain, whacking him in the face when challenging for a high ball. Shearer's schoolboy conduct makes it appropriate to point out firstly that he started it, secondly that if he and former soldier Whittle were indeed to engage in bare-knuckle combat then Whittle would fucking batter him, and thirdly the old playground rule that you shouldn't give what you can't take. Andy Townsend can splutter until he's even bluer in the face, but as a great believer in karma the Diary prefers to dwell on the image of the dozens of Premiership defenders surely smirking over their cornflakes this morning.

"Sibbo here," is the fitting beginning to an email to the Diary today from Sibbo (50), who celebrated his 50th birthday in the Rutland Arms last night. "Just having a hol after yesterday's big day. Thanks for making yourself known last night, it was nice to have a chat with the real Diary, having at one thought that Cod Almighty could have been infiltrated by aliens from another universe. Despite the result the Alford barmy army had a good night out. Will no doubt join you for a beer before another home match. Keep up the good work. Best wishes to all at Cod Almighty." Nice to meet you, too, sir - but ask yourself: how do you know we're not aliens from another universe...?

On that disquieting note I leave you, as is traditional, in the hands of an as yet unknown guest diarist for Friday, and for the current working week, that's all from the Diary: older than I look, younger than I sound. Ta-ta.