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Diary - Monday 14 December 2009

14 December 2009

Grimsby Town continue to ensure their best performances take place a long way from home as they did quite well on Saturday to get a point at Shrewsbury and keep another clean sheet. Remember how good they looked in their opening games in that pre-season cup competition in faraway Devon? Even BBC local radio legend Dave Burns tipped them for the play off as I recall. Manager Woods has been positively gushing praise on his defence to the Telegraph, calling stand-in skipper Colgan the "ultimate professional" for the way he saved goalbound efforts and marshalled his blood-stained defence. Neither Ryan Giggs nor Sir John of McDermott were available for comment.

Mr Woods also admitted sitting down with Barry Fucking Conlon a few weeks back and having a long chat about the prematurely grizzled strikers future. Predictably, no other opportunities visible on the horizon one supposes, Conlon declared his undying allegiance to all things Grimsby. He looks a bit less lumpy I'm told, and had two shots on Saturday that failed to hit the target. This, folks, is considered a good haul nowadays. A player looking a bit fitter and who can be arsed enough to have not one but two slightly more than half-arsed efforts on goal to justify his weekly wage is way up on our effort-ometer.

Town, meantime, continue to take Tiger Mountain (also known as division four), by strategy. Via the cunning ploy of drawing most every game we are inching towards our rivals Lincoln. A mere 3 points behind them now, progress is slow to say the least. But progress we are making. We must win a game soon. And it is not as though Morecambe are on a good run or owt (!) as we start to look forward to another horrible Friday night (spit!) fixture. Why if we beat them by two goals and Lincoln lose by the same margin at Hereford... why we be in front off them on goal difference. And no I won't be betting on that prediction.

But to be a Town fan is to dream. To dream and to wallow in nostalgia. To dream, wallow in nostalgia and hypothecate. But looking at it how many points do you reckon we need to be safe? You tell me - go on? See yer.