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Diary - Friday 14 September 2007

14 September 2007

There is an old edict which states comedy = (tragedy + time). So the McCann jokes are flying thick and fast these days, and spiteful bile is just around the corner, I suspect. Using that same formula let's hope that we are just one match away from being able to laugh off that groundhog of a day which Town fans were forced to endure last Saturday. I have no specialised knowledge of the subtle distinctions between British and Portuguese sub-judice etiquette, and can vouch that I am rather uncomprehending about the reliability of degraded DNA material. I don't even watch CSI, for Christ's sake, but I do know that Town have the nucleus of a decent division four squad. Thin on numbers after Lord Buckley embarked on some early autumn pruning this week, but the ones that are left are all fit and I reckon that most of them would find a place in one team or another in this division. Alright, I am hoping for a decent loan signing too. Sooner rather than later please, sir.

Lord Buckley has continued to dwell on the horrible display the team put on last week. He has told Mariner(')s World that it is "still fresh in my mind". Buckley's trouble, apparently, is that he is not a psychologist. The 'highs are too high' this season and the 'lows are too low'. Now your Guest Diarist has already admitted an almost criminal lack of knowledge of forensic science this morning, but I have worked with a bipolar bricklayer, gentle reader. I know those symptoms and if the mix is insufficiently 'creamy' then you are likely to get it thrown at your head in big dollops. But I digress, for surely the whole team has not been infected with the black dog? And even if the manager is incapable of 'climbing inside the head of his players' one would hope that the combination of cajolery and the famous 'arm around the shoulder' will have been enough to rally the side in to putting on a decent spectacle for tomorrow's home fans in the match against Stockport County.

Lord Buckley has explained that five players suffered for a few days after that match (Bolland, Boshell, Hunt, Till and, errr...), but everyone trained OK on Thursday so he has a full squad to pick from. We have to pick up a win from somewhere but, results apart, the home form has been promising this season so perhaps this week will be our turn. Don't forget to put your clapping hands on, folks, because we will honour the good guy that was Tony Richardson before the game.

I rang up and bought a Lincoln ticket yesterday. I did this after reading about their availability on the official website. Perhaps it is time the OS boys gave this match a bit more prominence because a quick call to the ticket office has revealed that only about 450 of the 2,000 available have been sold as of 9:30 this morning. Anyone can buy them, so get down to the ticket office or on the phone today.

I just read a decent article on the Electronic Fishcake. It was a bit like finding a decent pint during the Watneys Red Barrel years I endured in the 1970s.

So Hegggaaarty has gone on loan to York for a month. A month, mind, and Buckley was careful to heap up a small pile of praise for the young winger saying that he is a fit young lad or summat, and that he would be back in a month's time. In the meantime we are stuck with the slightly unpopular Ciaran Toner out on the left. Toner is the Danny Butterfield of the left wing, methinks. I'll say no more. Lord Buckley hasn't mentioned to Mariner(')s World the composition of the team he would put out but is much more forthcoming to the Telegraph, resigning himself to the need for change. Ryan Bennett and that brooding young starlet Peter Bore are the names mentioned as being in contention. For fuck's sake let's win one, eh? It's the least we deserve. See yer.