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Diary - Friday 30 October 2009

30 October 2009

"I want to get back amongst it and start again," Barry Fucking Conlon has told the Telegraph, obviously relishing the possible opportunity to be sent off for a third time in successive league games against Accrington Stanley tonight. But maybe he is a reformed character after playing a whole hour for the stiffs the other night, scoring two goals and not getting into trouble at all. Stand-in manager Woods was enthusiastic about getting the big ugly bugger back when talking to the fans who have stumped up their Mariners Player subscription, saying that Conlon will play a part tonight. Woods also enthused about Danny North's performance, saying he looked the player he promised to be four years ago or summat.

Your Guest Diarist has to admit that, faced with the alternative of Akpro (who doesn't know how to finish) and Forbes (who just doesn't, ermm, know - despite being a cheery articulate chap when interviewed) as the twofront men it must be tempting to let the other two have a go for an hour.

Dave Moore is still too busy tending to Heywood's knee to do his promised weekly interview for the select few, but Mr Woods summarised the injuries as Atkinson (back in light training), Stockdale (getting better every day), Proudlock (swelling down but a month away) and The Jarman (in plaster). No mention of Hegggaarty (whom we miss more than we ever thought we would) or Heywood. Wood(s) also told us that Lancashire has settled in Lincolnshire and is a real nice lad - a credit to Southampton. A comment his mum might be disappointed about, eh?

For the sake of completeness I should also mention that the two last desperate Newell loanees, Mendy and Maginnis, have been sent home because Woods said they wouldn't even make a seven-man bench. Paul Wilkinson was not available for comment.

As for Town's chances against their twelvetieth bogey team of the season, well, the Accies have played well away from home when you take a closer look, and have had some decent results and the odd bit of hard luck. Far too good for the likes of Grimsby, I'd say. We'll lose the midfield battle and lose the game unless we get lucky. But we're due some flukey luck - surely? See yer.