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Diary - Tuesday 9 December 2008

9 December 2008

Idle Diary writes... Four of the national papers feature David Ross's fall from grace as front page news. Where these meek murmurings of Ross investing in Town have started, we have yet to have confirmed - does Ross actually support Town? - but if the murky do-dealings of this Conservative party donor aren't enough to put you off him, then check this picture, oozing what is euphemistically known as 'playboy charm'. Then again, football fans have never really been known with putting their morals first when it comes to buying their team success: Manchester City fans didn't object en masse to the suspected human rights violating and allegedly corrupt Thaksin Shinawatra bankrolling their club last season.

Let's move on from a sticky situation to something more wholesome and cleaner. "I've heard other managers say they have a good relationship with their chairman but I've never experienced that before ever," reveals a lovelorn Mike Newell. "I think I could have a good relationship with John Fenty, though," opens up the Town boss, etching "MN 4 JF" on his pencil case, glancing around for the mistletoe, and eyeing up the Blundell Park boot room for some huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', before revealing the Chairman's attraction: "He's a sensible businessman with his head screwed on and wants the best for the club." Aaawww! From Fenty's good and Ross's bad to news of the ugly, with the assertion by Newell that Groovy Stu Watkiss is "a good assistant manager". Aaaawwww! Sounds like they've all headed on down to the Love Shack for the office knees-up, and Grant Normington's tagging along too! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin', baby!

Leeds, despite the city's branding, is a place where there isn't a lot of love. And the reserves were given a gruff West Yorkshire cold shoulder last night losing to a single goal, despite their host of advances on the Shitey Whites' box. Goal, I mean. Sorry, goal. The squad are all on shooting practice at Cheapside today, hopefully not with the players wellying balls at a semi-naked woman running around as a target. Then again...

Stuck in that time warp, we can debate whether there was stubbornness or over-zealous officiousness on show at Port Vale elsewhere, but is it time Town's disabled supporters group broke free from the word 'handicapped'?