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Diary - Monday 4 April 2011

4 April 2011

Mardy Diary writes: Hmmm. Well, then. Urgh. Hnph!

Shuffle, shuffle. Sigh. Yawn. BDRRrrrrr. BDRRrrrrrr. Twoing. SNAP.

Pfft. Errrr. Right. These Monday diaries should be easy really, shouldn't they? But I'm not sure what to say other than what has already been said before. I think, like the players, I've given up on this season. I can't even be bothered to learn the names of the new managers: I know it involves a Paul, Scott and a Hurst - and there's another name in there somewhere, but I'm unsure of the order. Rob, that's it. I still don't know what order they all go in.

Regardless, the management have taken little time to swing from "there's some talented players here - we won't need to change much" to "they're all fucking useless and lazy and they can fuck off". Welcome to the club. And so it feels like there may be big changes again next season, new names and faces to try and remember. I'll not bother to learn the managers' names until August I think, when there's a whole new team to learn at the same time. Save myself a bit of bother.

There's not even anything in the inbox - you've all given up too, yeah? Who can blame us? Who can blame anyone, other than the players? The cycle, the painful, repetitive, predictable, depressing, life-wasting, relentless, miserable, turgid, plodding cycle begins again. Or rather, it will in the summer. So now it's twiddling thumbs time. The hoping, praying, pleading desperation begins. There's always next season, or the season after, or... sod it, let's forget about it for 20 years when the renaissance will start and we'll establish ourselves as a middling fourth-tier club. I can barely wait.

Can we even afford another clearout? What was it last season - £200k? There's no money left even with further Fenty/Parker bailouts. We may as well fill the team with 18-year-olds, ride out the next 10 years and have a storming team in 2021. At least I'd get enough time to learn the names of the fucking players.

Ooh, look... a robin...